My dad died of heart failure today.

We weren't close, but we weren't exactly estranged, either. I've known this was likely for a week. I talked to him a few times, but he was not always coherent.

I had a lot of complicated feelings at first, and have had good support from folks close to me. I realized a lot of me was grieving for the father he never was, the father I wished he'd been.

I'm sure it'll hit me later.