Aftermath.

It's a few days after my dad's funeral. My fiance and I flew up to New York to it. Not really sure what to do or say about it, or anything in general.

Dad went down hill near the end there, his place was a wreck and the family there claimed never to know what was going on. "His place was a wreck, we didn't want to go in" they said. In other words, they knew it was a wreck, but didn't do anything.

I am not blaming anyone, I just wish I was closer to his place so I was more aware of what was going on.

I love you dad, and I am glad I told you that before you left us. I miss you.