Summer started out fine. I basically just sat there for most of July and did nothing. My summer program was bland and unorganized, though it had its interesting moments. But after the program, I went to stay with my Aunt and Uncle in Upstate New York. I was never really close with my extended family, and had always regretted that, so those short 10 days were really meaningful to me.
But, while up there, I learned that my dad's cancer had really accelerated while I was gone. He had been diagnosed in May with Esophagus, Stomach, and Liver Cancer. It was the liver cancer that got to him. So, when I went back to my house the day after the call, I was not expecting to see my dad as sick as he was. It was shocking, but he was at peace with it. As the days went on, he got slowly weaker and weaker.
On August 13th, I was woken up at 3:00 in the morning, where I was told my dad had passed away.
The funeral was on friday. It was beautiful, though tragic. I read a eulogy, soon after a military commander did and KoC member did. The viewing was followed by a Catholic Mass (my dad was catholic) and then a 21 gun salute.
This was all my first real experience with death. I haven't really cried all that much, and sometimes I feel guilty for not crying. But lack of tears doesn't mean I don't miss my dad.
Reading: Paper Towns