I had a cop knock on my door and tell Amadon to call my grandma. He wouldn't tell me what was wrong at first. He just cried. THen he told me. And I screamed. And screamed. And threw up. And cried.And begged for him to not be gone. I got angry and said he wasn't gone, he couldn't be. My dad had died.
He was shoveling snow and came inside to open a package. Then he had a heart attack. My grandma did CPR until the medics arrived but there was nothing anyone could do.
I can't even begin to tell you what it feels like to lose a parent. It's the most gut wrenching horrible thing to ever go through.
Today, I am going up to make funeral preparations. I will keep you posted. There is so much more to say but I just can't right now. I couldn't even sleep. It was the worst night of my life. The only thing that is giving me a slight bit of comfort is the fact that my mother had passed away a couple of weeks ago for the date. I knew how much my dad missed her and wanted to be with her. Now I'm praying with all my heart and soul that there is an afterlife and he is there with my mother
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