Sorry to take up space, but as I was getting my daughters ready to go see their grandfather, my little sister called, and told me that my father had passed away today. It's kind of shocking because he was fine last night. This morning, he had a heartattack and passed away. My fifteen year-old sister found him, and my cousin performed CPR until the paramedics arrived.
What really hurts is that I didn't get to see him on Christmas. I had been trying to find a ride up there and had one for today. But about half an hour before I left, I got the call. My daughters were really looking forward to seeing him, and was really upset that I left, and had my uncle take them to their mothers. Before I got home, I stopped by and gave them their presents dad had got for them and told them what happened. My six year old understood, but my four year old didn't really understand it.
My father came to most of my fights. And even if I won or lost, always complimented me and bragged about me. He always supported me. He always thought about me and my sisters. He helped me through everything in my life. I'm lost right now. I really can't believe he's gone. I feel like I have no one to look up to. I feel so bad for my step-mother and my youngest sister.
He was a member of the 101st Airborne Division, and a vietnam veteran. He died today, at the young age of 54 years old. Please keep my family in your thoughts and prayers. Thank you.