My father died on Saturday. He had terminal brain cancer and fought the psychological reality of that for about 3 years. I was with him for a large portion of the final year, and I was able to witness his last breath. He did not die easily. His disintegration was a disturbing and confusing phenomenon, because it was difficult to tell which sections of time were occupied by “Dad”. But I’m glad that it’s over, for him and for me.
He was buried on Monday.
I’m not sure what is going to happen next, but after I settle all of his affairs, NofNA updates will attempt to resume to a normal schedule.