My dad is dead.

That’s all. He’s dead.

It was sudden. Maybe a heart attack… we don’t really know. All we know is that he got to work and he collapsed. He was dead instantly it sounds like.

The hospital tried for an hour to revive him.

I never got to say goodbye.

He was supposed to visit me tomorrow. He was supposed to see my son grow up. He was already the best dad and he was supposed to be the best poppy. I didn’t take enough photos of him and my son. My son will never remember him - he’s only a few months old.

Everyone is saying be strong for your mother but when do I get to break down.