Just you understand my time frame, this all started on the night the new Aquaman premiered in Dec 2018. My wife and I we're return home in separate cars sense we meet at the movies. I stopped for dinner so she was the first home. She calls says she taking my dad to the ER. Once there and talking with him. He said it feels like a hernia. CT and 2hrs later, a awesome Dr. pulled me aside letting me know his pain was because his body cavity was full of blood. 2hrs later, us following behind the ambulance and we get to a cardiac hospital. Then another 9hrs of surgery, 9hrs of watching him, 2 more hrs of surgery and.... Now I'm making a decision with my sister my stepmother on the phone to say goodbye to my dad. So on Dec 21, 2018 we said goodbye! And again on Jan 22, 2019 everyone was there to say farewell. And you know, I felt I was doing ok. Still had my wife and kids at home everyday. Mom called to talk all the time. I was doing... So here I am doing good almost 6 months later and I get a call & text from a California cop... And oh ya I live in North Carolina, and dad lived with us. The cop is telling me my stepfather found my mom not breathing and the EMTs are doing CPR. 5min later my mom is dead on Jun 13, 2019. Just 8 days shy of my dad's 6 month mark. So like most I lost my shit! So if you didn't notice the date of this post it's now June 28, 2019 and I'm finally home done with it all. I like to say time to move on Life goes on, but if your reading this you might be in the same situation. You know it's hard but the part that gets me everytime is when somebody ask "How are You Dealing!" I just want to yell at them and say how do you think I'm dealing I just lost both my parents!