My father passed away this year as well. He had just beat Prostate Cancer but he was still very weak from all the treatment he went through. Being the workaholic he was that didn't stop him from doing what he loves, working on trucks and cars.
February 14th I received a call from an Unknown number, most times I ignore these phone calls but I felt a chill in my body and felt needed to answer it. The voice on the other end was a man who said he was with the Sheriffs and asked if I was who i said I was, I said yes. There was a short but cold silence and at the moment my heart skipped the beat... He then said "are you alone to talk for a few minutes." I said yea. "There is no easy way to say it and usually its in person but your father has sadly passed away this morning in his sleep." Without skipping a beat I started sobbing over the phone. All my emotions crashed at once almost dropping the phone. The sheriff said he will give me some time. It took me a few minutes to regain my composure (even while writing this is making me weep a bit.) It's a day I'll never forget, one of the worse phone calls I have ever received yet. The Sherriff went on to say they have the house key and his property and vehicles are secure etc, I regain my strength and immediately head down to his house which 3 hours away. Walking into his house it was a feeling like no other. I was shaken to the core and completely emotionally drained..... Days later, seeing him one final time before he was cremated was the same emotion of sobbing I got at the phone call, except this time it was 10x harder..... Months went by and acquiring the estate for probate. But its never been easy. Walking on the same ground and going through room to room, finding pictures, favorite things that we loved all while precious memories hitting you.
There is a lot emotions and a lot of anguish stifling through things. I will say it's one of the hardest realities to be put through. You have to be strong though, you have to get through it.
To this day we are close to closing the estate account. The emotional rollercoaster, the celebration of life we had for him. It's one of the hardest things anyone has to be put through. I hope this was both helpful and insightful to anyone who has or will experience this. My father was a good man, a hard working man. He had passions for fixing cars and trucks, and boy he loved his motorcycle, it was his pride and joy. I'll miss him dearly. Rest in Peace. June 18th 1964- February 14th 2025
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My mother is thankfully still alive. They weren't together but they had planned to get back together before all of that. It shattered her heart completely. It broke her hard.
. We don’t talk every day, but I try to check in when I can.
