(Last post for context, serious trigger warning for that.)
He didn't die. My parents finally told me that he had a mental breakdown, turned off his location, and is now in the hospital to get his mental health checked. I'm f**king grateful he didn't leave us, he's been with me for most of my life and was there when I needed him. I appreciate all the prayers and support you guys left me, but I may have to stop posting here for a while so I can get myself calmed down.
Thank you all, so f**king much.