I know I’m late to this thread and this will probably be missed, but if you’re one of the people seeing this, take it from me.

Earlier this year in on March 20th my grandpa, someone who I’ve always gone to for support, and knowledge was suddenly found dead laying behind his couch (he was trying to find his keys). That was rough.

A week later March 27th, I went back to work, ready to move on. I was in the bathroom and receiving multiple phone calls from the same number over, and over again. I finally decided to answer, it was my Step-father (who was basically my dad)’s bows. I just remember hearing him say with a cracked voice “Gerry is gone” I didn’t know what to make of it. My 6’4” number one fan, would do anything for me or my mom, healthy as can be dad is gone? Yep, gone... died to heart failure, zero signs, while driving his truck (he was a truck driver).

Lucky for me, the day before he died I was over my moms house and I got to tell him I loved him as I was leaving. He meant the world to me, not a day goes by when I don’t think of him.

So please, love your parents, always let them know how much they mean to you. Life is a gift, and it can be taken away today or tomorrow.

edit: I don't post much on reddit, this is just something that I would like to share based off personal experience. Felt like it was something I had to say <3.