life after dad

I lost half my heart the day he took his heart stopped. That morning brought the same anxiety felt previous days. We didn't know what the day had in store. He awoke with a slight fever his skin covered with a slight dew his breathing began to shallow becoming faint with every passing minute. 

She leaned beside him to kiss him and whisper softly in his ear. "I love you" with that last "I love you" he gasped for that last breath, how appropriate that the last words that he would hear are her words of affection. With that last grasp of breath my heart broke as I used my fingers to check for pulse, there was none. After 2 weeks of being in his final sleep his strong heart beat it's last beat. I knew he was now no longer in pain, only beginning my pain. The death of my dad in the living room where so many memories were made is still one of the toughest things I have ever had to endure.  The pain of knowing that this day was coming in weeks before was overwhelming almost unbearable. Some day the pain will cease. This thing called life after dad isn't getting any easier.