comaboy

Three days ago we buried my mom and today my father died. My father enjoyed working and this day he was helping out at my jobs saw mill. I went to get him because we were supposed to fetch a tractor down town. I parked my car next to the mill and walked in. The mill was shut down but I couldn't find him. Then I saw something lying slumped over the saw. First I didn't realize what it was so I went closer, then I did. I wish I hadn't gone in. His arm and half his head was cut off.

I called the ambulance but told them they did'nt have to hurry, there was nothing they could have done. But I guess that's a litle comfort. He died right away.. no pain.

The police asked a lot of questions and then I had to tell my sister. I asked the policemen to come with me because I didn't know if I could trust my self and my voice when I was going to tell her. The rest of the day was so fucked up. I had to make a lot of calls explaining to family and friends what had happened. I haven't eaten at all.. maybe I should.

So many questions.. and no answers.

So much to do.. and no idea where to start.