These thoughts are starting to wear on my mind. They are making me tired. Too tired to carry on.
My dad calls me late last night, his voice shaking. I can tell that something is wrong. He is crying and says his dad died about 2 minutes ago. All I can say is I'm sorry. I'm not sure what else. He says he isn't sad because of the death, he is sad because he never knew him. I will be sure not to make the same mistake because I can see the pain and regret in his eyes from it.
It's always a strange situation when one of your parents cries. You have to be the one who comforts them and takes care of them. The roles are reversed.
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