Did it really happen? The most invincible man I knew passed away today.
My Dad.
He was sick the past 3 days, and feeling better, he went to work this morning.
A little before 10 today, his co workers found him unconscious on the floor. He was rushed to the hospital where they worked on him for 2 hours and had his pulse back twice for less than 10 minutes each. He died of a massive heart attack. Never even got to say good bye. So much we were sposed to do together, that never got done. I'm so confused. Is it real? Is it a dream? What the hell am I sposed to do?
Heres a picture of us on july 4th 2012:
My Dad.
He was sick the past 3 days, and feeling better, he went to work this morning.
A little before 10 today, his co workers found him unconscious on the floor. He was rushed to the hospital where they worked on him for 2 hours and had his pulse back twice for less than 10 minutes each. He died of a massive heart attack. Never even got to say good bye. So much we were sposed to do together, that never got done. I'm so confused. Is it real? Is it a dream? What the hell am I sposed to do?
Heres a picture of us on july 4th 2012:
