Its been over a week
It's been over a week since I found my dad passed away in bed from a heart attack. We had all thought he had the flu because he was vomiting. We have now found out his heart had burst over 24 hours prior, and he had barely complained of pain, chalking it up to the vomiting and heartburn. I didn't get to say goodbye. We had fought badly a month before, and I hadn't properly apologized, just a quick "sorry" and a hug. I was going to take him out to the spot he used to take me as a kid for burgers so we could catch up better. Now I find out he told my sister, a week prior to his passing, that he was unsure if I loved him. Now he's gone, and he will never know that he meant the world to me. And now I have nothing and nobody to make proud or to keep me stable when I'm shaken or distraught. He was always there. Always, and now I have nothing but regret. I dont know how to keep going. And im not the only one in pain. I need to take his roll in the house now that my mom has lost her life partner out of thin air. Life isn't fair. Fuck