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My dad died last week of congestive heart failure. No one in my family knew that his health was as bad as it was. He was having minor heart attacks for 3 days, checked himself into the hospital, had a major heart attack and they couldn't save him. I called him on July 3rd. My last conversation with him was cut hort because doctors walked into the room and he said he had to go.
I asked him if he was scared, and he replied "a little." In a tone that I'd never heard him speak in before. He was dead two days later.
Now I'm stuck planning a funeral with my brother, with no road map to guide us. (Not even sure he had life insurance.) I work 14hr days and have a life and kids of my own who are starting school in a few weeks. Feeling overwhelmed is an understatement.
I'm still kicking myself for not calling him on the 4th.
I do have a voice-mail from him saved though. It was on my birthday this year. All he said was "....hey." I listen to it daily.
