Bittersweet Holiday
My father died the day before Thanksgiving, in 2008. My wife left shortly before, and our girlfriend left shortly thereafter - It's pretty fair to say I was a mess. Raising a little girl on my own, with two holes in my life, and my biggest support gone...I definitely wasn't Kenova anymore. I withdrew from Fetlife. I withdrew from my own consulting company, and sold it off (the name, the rights, the client list, the equipment, the whole deal). Every time I felt like I hit rock bottom, I hit auto dial for my father's cell phone. It was just a reflex - if things were bad, call your Dad. It took a few times hitting his voicemail, then hitting the shut off notice, before it really sunk in that he wasn't there anymore. My sister was a missionary and moved in to help with my mother. I'm not ashamed to say she also came over on 2 hour drives to help with my daughter. When things really dropped out, I met this mousy little grad student w