Dads best friend died

You remember some weeks back I told you that my dads friend, his best friend, was dying? And at the time he went to visit him? His friend had a huge tumour on his lung, it was inoperable. Well he died last night, at 2 AM this morning, its so sad.

My dad is so upset. Naturally he is. His friend is being cremated. His cremation is happening today. I thought it was happening pretty quick, but maybe that’s what he wanted.

Before the cremation, he’s reposing at the funeral home for a few hours. I don’t know though, why he’s reposing, as that’s not what he wanted, since he was all swollen up, his head, hands, legs etc were all swelled up for the last few weeks before his death.

My dad is finding it extremely difficult to cope. He’s not good at showing emotions. You can tell he’s upset but he doesn’t want to let me in, he really doesn’t want to admit how upset he actually is about the whole thing.

He only saw his friend that one time before he died. He did tell me that the reason he didn’t go see him again is that he didn’t want to remember him being ill, he wanted to remember him the way he used to be.

That’s fair enough I suppose. He’s worried now about seeing him today in the funeral home. He said he will probably look awful. And he’s worrying about having that image of him burned into his mind.

I hope he’ll be able to cope. I worry about him. I hope it wont be too hard for him to see his friends dead body.

If you pray, please pray my dad will be ok.

I’d appreciate it. thanks, guys!

Fowc with fandango…double

Welcome to June 2, 2019 and to Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (aka, FOWC). It’s designed to fill the void after WordPress bailed on its daily one-word prompt.

I will be posting each day’s word just after midnight Pacific Time (US).

Today’s word is “double.”

Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No
holds barred, so to speak.

Once you are done, tag your post with #FOWC and create a pingback to this post if you are on WordPress. Or you can simply include a link to your post in
the comments.

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add your link in the comments.

And be sure to read the posts of other bloggers who respond to this prompt. You will marvel at their creativity.

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When I was in the bording school, I had a friend who had glass eyes. We used to play tricks on people with them. We used to take out her eyes, and put them in places where others would find them, like at the bottom of a glass, or we’d leave them on her bedside locker for staff to find.

The staff would find them and shriek at us, you guys are in trouble! Double trouble!

It was hilarious to us. We got such a kick out of it!

There was a lot of trauma and stuff going on there, a lot of bad things happened, but that memory of us hiding her eyes and waiting to see what would happen, that’s one of the good memories I have of the place.

And she was my best friend, too. We did everything together. When I was being abused, she was the first one to know. She encouraged me to tell someone, and get help. I never did, for years, but she’d encourage me that I should tell.

Upon reading fandango’s word today, I had fond memories of our adventures together, with her eyes.

FOWC with Fandango — Double