Sometimes it just hits me, out of the blue. "your dad is dead." I am one of those people who lost a parent before they were twenty-one. And it sort of takes my breath away with the unexpected reality of it. When I think about how it only took a year and a half, from diagnosis to my flatmate hunting me down on campus in the midst of my creative writing class with the news. It took me a month before I cried, and even that was half an hour late one night.