- (times infinity) Last week, my dad died of a heart attack, he was 49 years old. I don't know if this is the best place to talk about it, but it kind of feels good to put it out in the internet space, especially since I've known a few of you for as long as I can remember. Tonight was his funeral, and it was tough. Hundreds of people showed up, family I hadn't seen in many many years, and a lot of people in the recovery program he worked for. It was crazy to think how many lives he affected.
There's a lot my sister and I have had to deal with, since we're the next of kin. Mostly a lot of paperwork, and figuring out what to do with his belongings. There's sort of a disagreement between us and the woman who was his girlfriend before he passed away. All we really want are his clothes, some odd assortments, and the computer parts he had (he was a tech guy at the company he worked for, so he had a few) but she's making it difficult for us. She never used any of it, and doesn't have a right to any of it. It's kind of frustrating.
+ We're taking care of that and his taxes tomorrow, after that we can start putting it behind us. His birthday's in two days, and we plan on getting together with the family.
+People have been very supportive, particularly my coworkers, who have worked really hard to cover my shifts for a week.
+ I don't like thinking about the money, exactly, but what I'm getting from life insurance is enough to buy a better car, go back to school, and put away some savings. He really took care of us.