08/05/2026
Hey, everyone, Laura here. Seems I just pop in for the unpleasant stuff.
I'll post here what I posted elsewhere, but the tl;dr is my father died, and I need a couple of days to process whatever it is I'm feeling.
Personal training and classes are cancelled until at least Friday. If you are scheduled for Friday and don't hear from me, you're good to go as planned.
And if you do read the rest of this caption, please go into it knowing there is mention of abuse.
My father died (August 2, 2026) in his 75th year.
I'm not sure how I feel.
My good memories of him are very few. Two of which I can think at the moment are when he used to work three shifts at Hayes-Dana and, after an afternoon (3pm-11pm) shift in the summer, he would wake us three kids to go for a swim in the backyard on a very hot night; and, occasionally (when we were very little), he would towel dry Erica's and my hair after an evening bath before we went to bed. (Because going to bed with wet hair made you sick...it doesn't, of course, but my parents firmly believed it.)
Mostly, though, he yelled a lot and we walked on eggshells. He was often physically abusive when we were children. He made me homeless when I was 15 years old, and - when they came along - he hated my children because they are not white.
We were not on speaking terms for 13 years because of his feelings about my children, and then I organized and funded his rescue from his abusive second wife and her daughter. Because while he didn't treat me well, he also didn't deserve the way they were treating him.
He went into hospital at the beginning of February after a couple of falls. I tried to advocate and care for him for a few months, but it was taking a toll on me, and he was still very mean, so I handed his care over to his brother.
I learned via text that he was rushed to hospital from a nursing home on Sunday morning with sepsis and that he passed peacefully Sunday evening.
(Please do not make me uncomfortable with sympathy or condolences.)