My father died

On Sunday my father died. One moment he seemed so very alive and then all of a sudden he had breathed his last. Words cannot describe how I feel. I have soldiered for the family. I don't know where my Trojan strength has come from for this? But I am amazed at myself. Also, amidst all of the hurt someone has come forward to be there for me in ways I never expected and I am so grateful. I shall use another post to go into it. You know that people die. My Auntie died in December. That was a terrible shock to all of us, but this, my god! I gave him mouth to mouth and CPR, and I could not save him. My dear father is dead. He was with us and then he was gone. He just slipped out of our hands. Yet, I am also so honored to have been with him to the end. I love you dad, so ,so very much. I miss you. It doesn't seem real that you are gone. You gave us so very much, including your time, your love and support despite how hard you worked and how much you provided for all of us. Thank you for being my dad. Thank you for being our dad and our grandad to our children...and step in dad for our friends who lost their dad's. I hope that if I have even a tenth of what you gave us to share with the next generation s I may witness, that I can come up to your effortless and amazing standards. Love you forever.