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My dad died yesterday afternoon. He said he wasn't feeling well and went to lie down. When I checked on him maybe quarter of an hour later he was cold and rigid and not breathing.

I'm waiting for the coroner to call. She called while I was in the shop and I asked her to call back in ten minutes. That was an hour and a half ago. I want to know what the fuck happened.

Don't know how much I'll be here. I don't know what to do with myself. I may want the distraction and attention or I may not. Um, that is all.