But seriously Dad stopped talking to me and I followed suit. That was about 2 years ago. I missed him at first and worried about missing out on what little time he had left.

I eventually realized that I was missing something that no longer existed. My Dad either never was what I thought or became something I didn’t want in my life.

So I buried him. This way I can preserve what good memories I had and learn to live life without that relationship.

Make Thanksgiving seance themed!

I he’d a funeral for the one that went MAGA in my mind. I gave a great eulogy. All my favorite food was served at the meal following the wake. Easily in my top 10 funerals.

Tbh… This split perfectly represents why there is no going back to how it was before. There is only whatever comes next and the battle to shape that. Anyone that was hoping for a return to pre-Trump America needs to come to terms with this and pick a side (and hopefully realize there is more than two to pick from)