He had a massive heart attack. 65 years old. My mother called me while the EMTs were in the process of attempted resuscitation. Unfortunately, they were unable to save him and he was declared dead.
I admit, I am still in shock and unable to fully come to terms with what has just happened. I love my father dearly, in spite of his flaws, much as he loved me the same. But I also love and admire him for his intelligence, his insightfulness, his resourcefulness, his fiendish charm, his irl shitposting. I was not ready for him to go this suddenly.
He faced a lot of demons of addiction in his youth and overcame them to have a family and land all his own. He was a force of will and fiercely protective of his people and possessions. He was a real man who lived a rough, honest life. Tackled every challenge put in his way unwaveringly: a true goat in spirit.
In his words: "What? When something bad happens to you, are you just going to roll up in a ball and die? Fuck that! Man up!"
