Dad

My Dad passed away suddenly and unexpectedly in August. He was in the best shape of his life having just ridden a few stages of the Tour de France with his friends in July. He died from a heart attack while riding his bike not too far from our home. He was only 60. It bothers me that he was alone and I was not there to hold his hand - and more importantly say goodbye. He was alive and perfectly fine one moment, and gone the next. My Dad was and will forever be my best friend, my person. Sitting here almost 5 months later it still does not feel real. I am 24 years old trying to accept that I have to live the rest of my life without him. All the big moments he was supposed to be there for he is now going to miss out on. My heart breaks for him more than anything. It also breaks for my Mom, the two of them were just coming up to retirement and had so many years of love and adventures ahead of them. I try to believe he is still with me like everyone says, but some days that is just not enough. My last words to my Dad were I love you, I am so thankful for that.