My dad passed away yesterday. I don't know what to do with myself, living feels guilty as much as I know he would want me to carryon. I'm a care worker, going back to work will be to painful, I have clients who are a lot like my dad. I miss him so much, we were so close, nobody loves me like he does. I was there when he took his last loud breath, and I keep replaying the moment over and over in my head.... it fills me with sadness that he could've been aware what was happening and that he could've been scared unable to respond or move. I'm only 25 and I feel like it's such a long to continue with this heavy feeling in my heart missing him. I literally feel like if I was told I would die today it would be a great comfort knowing I will be closer to being with him. I'm not ready to say goodbye. I know we don't know what lays beyond the grave but knowing his body is cold and unattended makes my soul ache thinking imagine if he actually feels like that still. I don't think I'm ever going to be okay, I don't know how people live through this kind of pain. I have a 2 year old son, and for the first time he doesn't feel like enough... I need my dad.