Leaving for Oslo wednesday morning. My father passed away this weekend.. April 1st, to be exact. His heart just stoppet while he was out skiing. It's horrible.. He was so well, and just 59.. And boom, this happens. I'm so shocked, sad, terrified of the future, and I dread the day when shock leaves to make room for the feel of loss.. I wish I could have told him how much I loved him, and how proud I was of him! I'm only 22, I thought of my father as a kind of superman.. I don't think I've reallized what's happened yet.. The funeral's on monday.. I dread that day to.
I'm so sad. The pain is surprisingly physical.
Rest in peace father, I hope