He was my Dad

Well its been a long time since I have written.

Despite the things happening in my life, I always managed to stay optimistic ... well uptill now.

On Chritmas eve, we were to have dinner with my in laws. Since dad wasn't feeling very well that week, I decided to stay with him.
On 23rd I came back home from shopping for 25th , and we talked a lot while preparing dinner. Before going to bed , I gave him antibiotics prescribed by his doctor.

Late in the night I heard him tossing and turning, when I switched on the lights.... he was sweating like anything,and writhing in pain. I freaked and called the doctor.
I couldn't believe what was happening, More so cause I couldn't understand it. I knew dad was a heart patient, but he had been in such a good health all these years.... but we had been cracking jokes and laughing a few hours ago...

And then I remember vague blur images through my tears, CPR, his feet pointing either side, his eyes trying to look at me, but loosing focus.

My dad, John Andrade, passed away on 24th December 2008, at the age of 72 .

I feel confused, sad and not sure what happens next.