My father passed away over the weekend. He was 71, and hadn't been well for some time, but it still came as a surprise. I guess it always does. My phone rang at 2am, but it had miscategorized my uncle, so I couldn't tell who was calling, and then when my mom called I figured something was wrong with my phone. At least halfway - I woke up the next morning and checked my messages first thing, as I wondered whether the whole thing had been real or not. Google voice had done its usual half-assed job of converting my uncle's voicemail to an email message, but it had gotten enough of the words right to tell me what I needed to know. Once the phone calls had been made, we headed down to Little Rock to do a workshop on building an interactive exhibit, which the sidewalk group I run hopes to do for Ecofest here in town. It was a good distraction, but even now, a day later, I'm still in a bit of a fog.

Lisa Dugdale commented:

Yeah, never underestimate the value of shock - it really does take some time to set in. I didn't fully realize this until I saw some friends do some pretty odd things after they got this news.  One went to work to wrap things up for a few hours after he heard the news instead of heading to his family's house (2 hours away).  Are you headed home soon?

on Tue Jul 27 00:41:38 2010

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