Posted March 26th, 2013 @ 03:22pm by Erik J. Barzeski
My father, who had a lung transplant last year, apparently had a rough weekend, was admitted to the hospital, and my mother and sister withdrew support, resulting in his death at 3:22pm today, three days after my 35th birthday. My father was 64.
It's no secret to those who know me well (a very small group, admittedly) that the best word to describe the relationship I've had with my father for the past eight years or so has been "none." It's the way he wanted things to be, and I made peace with it long ago. My father, for all intents and purposes, died a long time ago.
Memorial services will be held next week.