Big Pete died a month ago. I'm still grappling with my feelings about it. First of all, I was shocked that it hit me as hard as it did. Then again, maybe it was because of how I got the news. I was at work, and my phone pinged me. Debbie, my father's sister, had sent me a message through Facebook telling me that my father had passed away at 8am, and she would call me later. It showed up on my phone like a text message.
Note to anyone reading this: Don't text someone to tell them that a loved one died. It's just tacky.
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