My dad just died of a sudden heart attack. I was teaching a night class and got the call halfway through.
No warning. Was fine one day... then gone in a flash. He came home from the hospital this morning with the all clear. Chatted to him on phone. Thats it.
I came out to him last month about being trans and he accepted me... which was nice... he wasnt entirely clear on the specifics but at least he got to hear why I was so depressed all my life and that it wasnt his fault bringing me up wrong or anything like that.
He wont see the real me, post transition... which is sad... but its probably going to be easier this way I guess. He came from a old school background so seeing his son become a daughter... probably not on his list of fave things.
Not sure why I am writing this here. . Guess its been a huge source of hugs and smiles for me.
I am sad, surprised but handling it fine, and have lots of family support. I am strong enough to not get depressed now. Before I realised I was trans, depression would have flattened me like a truck.
But yeah, glad he heard the truth before he passed, and glad I have such great support. Thanks everyone.
