My step-father passed away January 23rd, 2013. I am still having a hard time accepting that he is really gone. He was the picture of health at 52, went to the gym, biked and skied every weekend. It seems crazy to think that someone who was so alive three weeks ago is now gone. He had a heart attack on his way home from the gym, no one found him for an hour, I just keep thinking what if he wasn't alone? What if he was still at the gym? Could he have been saved?
He was my second chance at having a father. My biological dad is not a good man, my step-father raised me along with my mom since I was five. I can't help to think how cruel the universe was to take away my step-dad when my crappy biological father is still out there living somewhere. Two days after the funeral was my best friends wedding where I was maid of honor. It was so hard watching her dad walk her down the aisle knowing I will never have that. I feel like I am being selfish, another friend of mine got engaged yesterday, I wish I could be truly happy for them, but it just enhances how sad I am. I miss him so much, he came into my life and treated me as his own. I owe him so much.