I hate looking at a forum and seeing more than two topics started by me. I hate it.
But. Um. One of my favorite long distance 'just to talk about life and complicated stuff with' friends who I hadn't talked with for quite a while just had her dad die, and she's the one who is in charge of everything, up until they find the will and who is the executor. She owns her dad's business now and probably most of his stuff.
She's sixteen in a week.
I went through the same thing at fourteen except my mom was the one who took everything on herself.I'd have to say that if you looked at it overall, the worst case scenarios happened a lot. It got bad.
Over the years I kept thinking "Hey, at least I have the life experience from this so that when it happens to someone else, I can help and know what to say or do."
I've got nothing. Drawing a blank. De nada. I remember exactly how I went through things and how I dealt with them. She found her dad. I found mine. She's facing the same stuff my mom did, and at thirty odd years younger. The vultures are going to be damned thick. At least there's more family that sounds like it'll actually be there for her, unlike my mom's family (ok, my uncles were there for some very important things, but overall..)
This is making me wish I'd written about things more.
Not even going to touch on the ripped-offness of finishing growing up without a father or how it feels to see boys and their dads. Don't feel like crying quite this early.