It’s like I can’t breathe. I thought maybe writing would help me. I don’t know what to write though. Maybe I just have to say it. I haven’t actually said the words.
Dad is gone.
Oh, God, writing it did not help. It just made it hurt more.
He was old. I shouldn’t be surprised. And it’s not like this life is easy. It shouldn’t be this hard or hurt so bad. He was old.
He lived a good life, right? Admittedly, he could’ve been luckier in love, but I think he was happy. He had me and Quinn and Baz. Kayne, sort of. And Catalina. He really loved being a grandfather. I always was surprised that Kayne let Caty call him Grandpa.
They dedicated the hospital to him. They finished it just two months ago and brought us all out there to do some fancy ceremony. I could tell how proud Dad was – even Mom cracked a smile.
There is one thing…
Last night, I went to the bathroom. Someone was in the main one, so I had to go down to the basement. And that’s when I heard something coming from Mom and Dad…Mom’s room.
At first, I thought I was crazy, but Mom was definitely crying. I don’t know what to think. I mean, I knew they had to get along some way, but I always figured it was mostly just physical between them. But if she was crying…They had to really care about each other.
I’ve never actually seen her shed a tear, though. Or even look that sad. So is she just that good at keeping a mask on? What else has Mom been hiding all these years?
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