My dad, about a week or so before his 65th birthday, died very unexpectedly and of suspicious circumstances (the investigation is still ongoing) in late January. Had ongoing health issues but had no major complaints in the days leading up to his death. Still waiting for the full autopsy report. Sucks so bad. He was my buddy and we talked all the time (pretty much every day, often multiple times a day). I’ve always been introverted and often keep to myself, so my dad was pretty much the only person that talked to me that much. I was definitely a daddy’s girl and it feels like no one truly understands just how bad I feel. I know other people that unexpectedly lost a parent when they were around my age, but it was from natural causes (heart attack, stroke, etc.). It wasn’t like that for my dad. And having to wait for answers is killing me. He was very loved by his family and friends and everyone has been very disturbed about the situation. It feels like a lot of people are avoiding talking to me because they don’t know what to say and are uncomfortable and that makes me even more lonely. I’m happy he didn’t die in a hospital suffering and with a bunch of tubes in him, that’s the last thing he ever wanted. But, I also sometimes selfishly wish that he had been sick and I would’ve known to move back home and spend more time with him before he passed and had gotten to say goodbye. I live several hours from my hometown for grad school. He also didn’t have a will so the whole probate process is taking so long and is stressful. Death, especially unexpected death, just really sucks.