“How about your father?” He shook his head, every part of him numb. They hadn’t spoken since their fight over Christmas break. His heart sank. The last thing Matt had said to him—
Damn, gut kick, the last thing I said to my Dad wasn’t a fight or anything, it’s just I was trying to talk him & my Mum through setting something up on a tablet I bought him, and neither of them were understanding what I was saying, and I got frustrated and the phone call was cut short by me, as I said not a fight or swearing not even angry words, just, ugh I’m sure if anyone in the future has a life so boring that they read my notes, you can imagine what I’m trying to say.
And that was the last time I spoke to him before he died mere days later, I can’t even begin to describe what that feels like.
