My dad passed away Saturday night and I've been feeling numb since then.
I'd been here and glad/trying to be a help to him in any way I could. he had been unwell and declining, so it wasn't entirely unexpected, but it was incredibly tough to see what I had to see even though I'm so glad I was here when it happened.
I have memories of a child watching Oilers games with him and the cup win in 1990. His enthusiasm is what made me a fan. He had talked to my brothers about hoping to be alive to see the Oilers win another before he died.
He was a huge fan and it was a thing that brought us together when I felt like we sometimes otherwise didn't have much in common.
So while hockey right now to me feels less important than it did a few days ago, I will welcome the distraction and hope this team comes out swinging.
I may or may not be here to shitpost watchalong tonight, but just wanted to say GO OILERS.
Now and forever, man.
Do this thing.