I've been dead for six days.
Six days of floating around aimlessly.
Six days of perpetual silence.
Six days of watching the lives of my family members disintegrate.
Six days of living vicariously through my family.

Dad is beginning to break.
He is a shadow of his former self.
I watch as he eats his oatmeal in silence.

I remember that my dad was always chatty.
He could turn anything into a conversation.
Dad was always my favorite person to talk to when I was in the mood for conversation.
He is full of useful facts and information.
I wish I had spoken to him more while I was alive.

Merlin meows at dad relentlessly until dad picks him up and gives him a cuddle.
I would give...
Well, I guess I would give my life just to hold Merlin one more time.
Since that's out of the picture, I'll just watch dad cuddle him.

Mom doesn't even bother trying to make conversation with dad.
She just sits in silence and stares off into the abyss.

The only sane one left is Caroline, and I'm not even sure she qualifies as sane, considering the fact that she rarely sleeps.

My family is falling apart.
All because I gave my filthy heart to my beloved.
It's morbid to watch my dad fall to pieces.