Originally Posted by
Tao.
For the TL;DR people: He is dead. I cried like a bitch. Spent the whole day at the hospital.
Longer Version:
I woke up for school this morning, hoping to go to school, finish finals, and see my pop.
I got to the hospital to see my mom crying, along with my sisters. Brother could not make it but was on the phone. (he's in Canada atm.) I didn't have to ask; he only has little time now. Heart Disease kicked his ass harder than he expected, from what he told me. I know it is more than just that, but he didn't wanna tell me, and I didn't need to hear it. He looked at me and said, "Don't you start with the waterworks. It already looks like Six Flags in here." I gave a sad fake laugh. Even in his final hour, he had something snarky in his belt. He told me:
"You don't worry about the future. You make sure you do what you can in the present. I know seeing Slayer was my dream, but seeing you kids grow up was more than I can ask for." I could not hold back my tears after that. "You are gonna do great things, all of you. Make the most out of your lives, just like your dad. I love you."
Those were the last words of my father. And this is the last update you get. He was a great man, and I refuse to feel sad. He lived doing what he loved, and what he wanted. I plan on doing the same. I encourage you to as well.
I thank you for the support with all of this, I know you didn't have to care, and I know it was not easy losing someone close. He was my best friend, my drinking buddy, and best of all, my dad. I plan on going to Hellfest with my brother, and we will party real hard just for him. Thanks, MPGH.