I just found out a bit ago ago, although it feels like it's been an hour already. He'd been in the hospital variously for cancer, a stroke and, most recently, a chemo shot that affected him somehow to lose the ability to walk for a little while.
I talked to him yesterday, he sounded OK. The doctors had just figured out what was wrong with him. They'd gotten him to walk for a little. He was probably going to get released today.
So now, with far too much work ahead of me in the next few weeks, and finals looming within spitting distance, I'm about to head on home. I have no idea when the funeral is; I really don't want to call back to ask. And I really, really don't want to have to individually tell a bunch of people.
I miss my dad. I've been preparing for this for a while, though. Doesn't make it any easier.
However, I just managed to forget for a whole 30 minutes or so by getting lost on the web. Thank you, Internet.