Sometime between 4:00 and 5:00 on Monday morning, my dad had a massive heart attack (we assume) and died immediately. I had mentioned that we both had been sick for weeks. He was diabetic too. But this was still completely unexpected. He never had any heart problems in his life. His doctor was at the house Sunday checking on him and all his vital signs were good, the pneumonia was clearing up well, his oxygen saturation was higher than it had ever been. He felt better and was planning on going to work on Monday. He was fine when my mom woke up around 4:00 to go to the bathroom. When the alarm went off at five, it looked like he had sat up on the side of the bed and just laid down across it. He didn't struggle or anything.

We had the visitition at the funeral home Tuesday night. There was a huge outpouring of people who came to pay their respects. The funeral was yesterday. I still can't believe all the people who have been there for him and for us the past few days. I wish I'd been able to take notes about the things people said about him--honest, kind, fair, treated everyone like they were important, a good man. He was the best.

I'm in shock. I don't want to think because it just means I'll cry--not for him because he's at peace and he's not suffering--but for the loss of him. I miss him so much. He was the most important person in my life and I can't believe he's not going to be there for me to talk to or just to give a hug anymore. My mom is distraught (we all are). She's a widow way too young and now has to run the business without him. I guess she'll probably sell it. I know she could handle it on her own, but why bother.

Anyway, would those of you who believe in prayer say some for me and my family. We need it.

Thanks,
Becky