My dad died this morning. Complications from his injury. He was hurt at work about two months ago.
I'm honestly not sure how I feel. He and I didn't have the best relationship. Especially after he sent my brother away. I don't even know where Julian is, if he'll even find out about it. As far as I know, he's been cut off. Which is the biggest bone of contention between my dad and me.
I'm not glad he's dead, but I'm also not really sad that he is. I really just feel kind of numb.