Didn't know this thread was here.
I lost my darling Dad on the 4th August this year. Myself and DD arrived there on the Tuesday afternoon to stay with my Mum and Dad for a week. Mum woke up on the Wednesday morning to find my Dad dead in bed beside her. It was completely unexpected an we had to go through the Inquest process to find out what had happened. We discovered he'd been in heart failure, and none of us knew. His heart had simply stopped in his sleep and that was it.
I saw him that morning as my Mum freaked out when she found him.
I also went to see him at the funeral directors prior to the funeral.
Both images will live with me forever.
It's been a really strange few months. I live 350 miles away from my mum and younger sister. So I've not had to miss Dad day-to-day. But I still miss him terribly.
All the happy memories I have are tinged with sadness when I realise that's all I have now. And I'm sad for all the happy times we should have been able to share with him in the future. And sad that I didn't spend enough time with him over the past few years.
I also feel a terrible guilt that my family is actually still very much in tact. I still have my husband and beautiful baby. My life is as it was before. In a day to day sense. My mum and sister have a hole in their lives where he once was.
I'm spending Christmas with my daughter and husband as always, and seeing my mum and sister on the 27th
Dec for a couple of days. I know it will be strange when they arrive without Dad.
I really don't know how I'm feeling at the moment. I'm desperately looking forward to Christmas. My baby is 17 months old now so should have a wonderful time this year. I love Christmas. Dad loved Christmas. But there's just a hole, isn't there? I guess there always will be.
So that's me and my very own sob story 
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