This past weekend, After midnight, I found out that my father had passed away. his health had been ....precarious...for a while. but every time he'd been told he was going to die, or his odds for surviving a surgery was less than 50%, he made it. For 18 years or more he continued to beat the odds. You'd think that would prepare you, don't you?
In less then 24 hours I was packed up and on my way down to Long Island. I live in NH. My daughter wanted to come with me and I told her no. I'm still torn about that, but she's only 8.
In some ways I feel like i'm completely useless down here, but I couldn't NOT be down here, so i'm finding other things that i can do. I've just completed 2 collages for my fathers wake and i plan on making another. I also set up a fundraiser for his widow, my stepmother. They've been living on the edge for so long, that when my moms upstairs neighbors (who lost someone almost literally the same day as I did) suggested a fundraiser at gofundme.com, that's what I did. Anything I can do to help. I know my dad and his wife didn't have much. They almost had to do without heat this winter...
Sadly, the fundraiser hasn't brought in much. My mom doesn't understand why, since her upstairs neighbors had thousands of dollars in only 5 hours. We've only gotten $300 in 24 hours. I keep trying to explain to her that her landlord was in the news. People knew who he was.
All I know is that, whatever we get will help, no matter how little. and its at least something I can do to help my stepmother. I can't stay down here after its' all done, and I don't know how things are going to go for her. Thankfully she has her own mother for support.
Just on the offchance, I will post that fundraiser here...Don O'Shea Memorial Fund