It came out of nowhere
I am 21, and a senior in college. My dad had dropped me off at school about 3 weeks ago, and I gave him a hug, and told him that I loved him and that I would see him around Thanksgiving. I called him every day. There was one day a week and a half ago that I did not call him, as I had to go to the store to get some things that my fraternity needed for a BBQ we were having. I was grilling burgers when I got a text from my mom that said: "Call Home 911."
I instantly called her, and she answered the phone in tears, and said that I needed to come home. I asked why and she said that "Dad is gone."
"What do you mean, gone?"
The next thing I remember is being picked up off of the concrete by a couple of my brothers. Within 15 minutes, someone had let me borrow their car, and someone was coming with me and I was driving the 200 miles to go home.
My dad had a heart attack at the age of 52, and had no warning to anyone. He was not the most healthy guy in the world, but he had just lost over 100 pounds and was starting to get healthier. He wasn't sick, or dieing, and I had no idea that this could happen. My mom just came home from work and found him on the floor.
I find it hard to get through the day now, and I miss him terribly. He was like my best friend, and always knew how to make me feel better. He was my dad, and I feel cheated that he was taken away from me while I am still so young.