Clinical depression sucks. I've think I've been parked there for a while now. Of course, even prior to Dad's passing. Been a couple months now since that. Seeing your parent pass before your eyes just hits you like that proverbial punch in the stomach.
He was Hawaiian, Chinese, Portuguese, German. Whipsmart funny, and crazy. He adopted me and gave me the gift of a family. If there's a recurring prayer, it's that God adopted him as well. We have to go to Hawaii later this year for services.
Been in a cocoon type of depression over a number of things around that. I started to research topics like prayer for the dead, shortly after his passing in October.
