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The pilot is my dad.
I had to call my mum and tell her. I never want to have to do that again. More than 24 hours later, I'm still shaking from shock and moments away from tears.
I'm confused though. Because really, I don't feel afraid, I don't feel lucky, I don't feel relieved. I don't feel happy that we dodged the proverbial bullet. I just feel... I don't know. Everything's all jumbled.
I just know that I feel lonely today. Yesterday I was getting update phone calls every hour or so, and now... It's like they're all going through this massive thing - sorting out insurance, retrieving the banner and wreckage - and I'm down here in Melbourne. Just going through my day, expected to be okay and normal.
Fuck, I'm so tired from the stress and adrenaline. I just want to crawl back into bed and go to sleep for a few days.