Last night I was jarred awake by my telephone. It was my mother calling to inform me that my father had died.
This is quite the shock as during the last conversation I had with him a couple weeks ago, he seemed to be doing well and having no problems. He was making plans on visiting his family in New York as well as me in Kalamazoo (or Philadelphia). At no point did he mention any ill health or difficulties. It's just unbelievable for me right now.
Currently, I'm moving from shock to mourning all while dealing with the logistics of handling all the bureaucratic dealings associated with death. Friday, I will fly out to Santa Barbara, California to sift through his belonging and deciding what to bring back and what to let go.
There are so many questions that I'm begging to be answered but I know they will be resolved in time.