When They're Gone

(Working title)
I'm not known here. My friends don't use this. I don't exist, therefore, posting this writing, as I write it and edit it and modify...it can happen here... and they won't know, won't ask, won't try anything. I'll just get to talk, and really, that's all anyone needs. Or, what I need, I think, anyway...

Each part will be short, as I type what my brain is processing, even after two years.

My father spent a month in a hospital, then suddenly died. I, the oldest of his children, became the head of the family at the age of 27. This is the story of how it happened, and how I'm processing.