BlazerCaravan
Hug a Bigot... to Death
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My dad had been in the hospital since the end of August, and last Monday night, he agreed to be taken off of life support (imagine being awake enough to decide this), and died that night around midnight. His funeral is Sunday...
...I'm ... totally numb about it. He'd been sick for so long, handicapped and not himself really for so long that I feel like I'm over it...? But I know I'm not.
I have to write a remembrance for the funeral on Sunday, and I can tell it's going to fuck me up hard, because I'm avoiding it like the plague.
He was a huge ally to me, too; accepted me and my identity, helped my mom accept me too. But even so, I don't feel comfortable being out for the funeral. So it'll be the last thing I do in the "dude suit". Just makes things easier on everyone else not to have a sideshow going on.
Life sometimes fucking sucks.
...I'm ... totally numb about it. He'd been sick for so long, handicapped and not himself really for so long that I feel like I'm over it...? But I know I'm not.
I have to write a remembrance for the funeral on Sunday, and I can tell it's going to fuck me up hard, because I'm avoiding it like the plague.
He was a huge ally to me, too; accepted me and my identity, helped my mom accept me too. But even so, I don't feel comfortable being out for the funeral. So it'll be the last thing I do in the "dude suit". Just makes things easier on everyone else not to have a sideshow going on.
Life sometimes fucking sucks.

