It’s been a shitty 13 days but it’s over. He’s passed on. Life is going to be hard without his visits or walking into his house and seeing him at the kitchen table. I wish I had more time but a lesson was learned. If you think you don’t have time for family, you make time because you don’t know how much time they have left.

This means a new phase in my life now starts and it’s going to suck. I’ve done things without thinking and now I’ll have to give up a lot to take on new responsibilities and make some goals happen. I thought I had more time but it looks like this transition is going to happen sooner than later. Trying to keep the house and having to find a new line of work in a few years isn’t the best spot to be put in but I’ll try to make it work.