Last Saturday I lost my Dad. I received a call Saturday morning @ 4am telling me to get there quick. My parents live 150 miles away so 3 hours later we finally made it.
He passed that afternoon at 430. One on the positives I hold on to is that it was quick and he didn't suffer.
This post probably doesn't really make sense. I'm very tired and feeling a little fuzzy around the edges.
So forgive me. I'm sure I'll be back to my old silly self soon.
I don't know if I'll be up to any of this weeks challenges. I'll have to see how it goes.