[31.12.25]
the last day that i saw my dad alive was christmas, and the last thing i told him was "bye, love you." which is probably one of the more ideal ways to lose a dad. and even under these generous circumstances, i still don't know how i'm supposed to move on.
my dad loved football (the seahawks, of course) and he eventually got me into it. even after i moved out of the house, i would always make an effort to go back home to watch the games with him. the last day i saw him we were watching the Broncos vs the Chiefs christmas game (broncos won 20 - 13). i was making the jokes i usually made about Patrick Mahomes and Travis Kelce, and he was laughing. but he wasn't in good shape. he had to use his inhaler throughout the entire third quarter. but i could tell he was putting on a brave face. i was excited to talk to him about the Seahawks vs Panthers game (we won 27 - 10), but he died the next day. i don't know how im gonna watch the rest of the season without him.
he started teaching me taekwondo when i was 11, completely for free. now, i won't ever do a taekwondo class with him again. and i can't continue his teachings because he died before he could train me to master, so his taekwondo school will die with him. i've been wearing his taekwondo jacket ever since i found out, and it still smells like him (even after i smoked a cigarette in it).