Had a pretty rough week.
Never would I have thought that the day would come so soon. The day I lost my pillar of strength, the day I lost my Dad.
Sunday 22nd July, exactly 1-year and 1-week after losing my grandad, Mom calls me up crying over the phone. Asking me to stay home and wait for her to come home. My heart instantly hit the floor, eventhough I was not certain of what had happened. I kept asking my mom what happened, but she wouldn't say. I thought maybe my Dad was admitted to the hospital or clinic or something like that.
Around 30-mins later, my mom returns with one of her friends in tow. Mom was still crying and would not answer when I asked her what had happened. Then, her friend turns to me and says.. "your Papa had a heart attack..he passed away.."
Instantly I felt like everything around me was collapsing.