I don't think it's hit me yet. The words "Pappaw has passed" doesn't make sense. Crap, here come the tears again. But really, those words don't seem to fit together. It's not a dream-like feeling, but it's not real feeling either. It's just surreal. And slow moving. Like everything has come to a stand-still but we're still moving.
I think one of the worst parts is that I feel guilty because I don't have time. His passing came at a really stressful and difficult time for me to slow down. I feel guilty because I feel I'm being selfish. But I think I was being selfish I wouldn't have emailed all of my professors saying I'm not coming to class and then come home.
No one is really sure how the weekend/week is going to go. I don't want to speculate though.
The mysterious sickness I mentioned earlier in the post is still coming and going. I'll talk about it on another post.
My eyes are burning and I just started TOBI. Only 5 more vials after this and then I'm done with TOBI for good.