On October 6th at 7.56 p.m. Eastern Time, my dad, Daniel, died.

I don't know if I'm going to put this episode out. I don't even know if I'm doing the right thing,

but it has been such a powerful six-week process that I feel like, even if I don't end up publishing this, I want the record for myself.

So I'm going to tell these stories because I think it's, it'll be very therapeutic for me.

And I think that ultimately I don't want to forget the details because they were so special.

It's so, so incredible.

So I'm going to do this.

I don't know if anyone's ever going to hear it.

What a weird thing to do. But so the reason I'm inspired to do this is, you know, other than the fact that I'm inspired by my dad, is that I made a post last night when I was at the hospital and it went crazy viral. And the response to it was basically a therapy session for the world.

And everyone who was ever lost a parent or a loved one for that matter.

I can't tell you, I mean, I don't know if it's 10,000 replies or something crazy.

It's extraordinary.

And it seemed to be very, very therapeutic therapeutic for people and it really helped me so

that's why i'm doing this is that and the context of that post was that you know people don't talk about

this they don't talk about the loss of a parent and really we don't talk about death at all.

And I don't know if I'm going to get too high-minded and talk, you know, about that right now.

But I do want to tell the story.

So yesterday, I was asked by my dad's wife to basically fill in for her, which we had been doing, more or less.

We had been cycling on and off.

My dad's been in the hospital for nine days after fighting me tooth and nail and absolutely refusing to get care until the very, very, very last minute and it was too late.

Also, just so you guys know, because I'm sure there's some curiosity, my dad was 72 years old when he passed,

and he had stage four melanoma. It had started on his upper cheekbone, and then he had a spot on his nose and the other side and

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