Never thought I would have to succumb to the pain, agony and emotional train wreck that losing a love one brings. I tried to stay emotionally strong throughout his whole hospital ordeal but slightly broke down when he was moved to ICU for brain swelling from his stroke. I didn’t break down when he died, but broke down today looking at old pictures. Saturday is going to be a nightmare at his viewing, I think I’m going to just self implode.
The man was like a second father to me, hell, he practically raised me while I was growing up and taught me everything I know about the outdoors. It’s going to be a rough couple years ahead when fishing seasons, hunting seasons and college graduation comes and he’s not with me.
Sorry about the rant, as I’m sure many others have been in this situation but the first time is as they say the hardest of them all.