Today was a weird day. We drove to the bakery and picked up breakfast and then as we drove to the beach the police called me. My dad was found dead at his house by the friend who mows his lawn. He didn’t answer the phone last night when I called him about the library books but Matt was just there around dinner time and he seemed fine. I’m kind of in shock.
Luckily we had chicken parm from the meal prep place because I feel so out of it.
Obviously he wasn’t well but they felt like he was doing okay on his medication and he was talking long walks again.
What are the odds of Matt’s dad and mine dying six weeks apart? At least he got to be at home and with his dog at the end and it seemed peaceful.
Rachel Eats Dinner 