My dad is gone

I’m only 32. He wasn’t even 70. I didn’t have time to prepare. It wasn’t supposed to be him. We were supposed to have much more time. He was the very best person I knew. My person. Everyone’s person. I feel like all the air has been sucked from my body. Being awake hurts but sleep is impossible. I don’t even know why I’m typing this. I guess I need to get it out.