My Dad died. Just got home after a weekend which included driving 800 miles and one of the heaviest and best gigs I’ve seen (Dillinger Escape Plan supported by ho99o9). I was ready to settle down and watch some football, when I get a distraught phone call from my Nana. I raced over, probably trashing the beemers clutch after some dickish panic driving. Found out he had died during the day. He was 50. I had a poor relationship with the man and hadnt seen him since August. I dont even know how I feel. I tell myself I dont feel anything about it, but maybe I do? This probably isn’t an appropriate place for this, but I just needed to vent somehow. Im trying to be strong for family so working through my own feelings has just been left to one side.