Chasing Vans

I wake up to a dense atmosphere and of sweat and hot air, it's been more than two weeks since my father passed away, but on this morning, I have forgotten all about it. I recall that I have not seen him for a few days and I wonder when he'll be home, as if he is on that much-needed vacation we always talked about. Then it hits me, he's not coming back. I remember, he died.