My strong never ill dad died a month ago. He took ill suddenly on the 4th of March we thought we was rallying but he passed away a few days later in ITU. He was 82 years old. When I type it out I am aware of just how lucky we were to have him for as long as we did and how well he did to stay so well all these years.
My family live on a different continent. It wasn't initially clear just how ill my dad was. When it became clearer I jumped on the plane to see him before he died. I missed him by a few hours. I stayed home for a a week came home then when back for his funeral. I feel bad because I hadn't seen him for 2 years due to covid.
I loved him so much, he knew this. I told him everytime we spoke. Although an octogenarian he was active went to the office and had a great life. Prior to this never spent a day in hospital.
I miss him so much. I cry sporadically and my little one is trying to cheer me up reminding me to think of happy times with grandpa. Losing a parent at any age is so hard.