Daddy died yesterday. I almost forgot what it feels like, those first few hours after hope tiptoes out of the hospital room, softly closes the door. Whish. And we are left there, out of breath. Naked. Our hearts wracked. All day my mind swung wild and fast, vacillating between wanting to work and wanting to cry. That’s it for now. I’m going to try to rest. I can’t believe he’s gone. I’ll pick up here tomorrow. Good night. Good night Daddy.