Yesterday my daughter lost her grandfather and I lost my daddy. We are on vacation, we took off for the day, and while we were gone he passed away. He had been sick, but we had talked to specialists about treatments etc and they said it would be good for him to get away. So we went on vacation as planned. Well, my sister gets a call from my mother, in a panic, because she went for a walk and he had laid down for a nap, and he was unresponsive when she returned. We immediatly headed back, but we were 2 hours away. When we got back my heart dropped into my stomach because the ambulance was still on the corner and I just knew. We got inside and the EMTs explained that he hadn't been breathing, and when they arrived they were not able to resesitate.

I just can't believe he's gone. I'm still in shock. No warning, no nothing. We had left the house early, before he had gotten up for the day so the last thing I said to him was "Goodnight, we'll see you tomorrow night". I keep thinking he's going to walk around the corner, or I'll come in the door and he'll be on the couch. I wasn't there for him, I didn't get to say goodbye. I would give anything to give him a hug and a kiss and tell him I love him one more time. I don't know if I will ever not feel guilty. I can't believe I have to live without my dad, and that he doesn't have the chance to watch his granddaughter grow up. The day I told him I was pregnant he jumped out of his seat and hugged me and I thought he was going to cry. He loved this little girl so much and she will never know him.