my daddy.

yesterday my dad passed away. he was so young. he shouldn't have died. i miss him so much it hurts.
today we went to the mortuary to identify my daddy. my mum, half sister and me went in. he looked the same as yesterday when i found him at home, lying on the bed. i touched his hand and it felt so stiff. i knew at that moment that daddy was gone. when we checked his phone records, it showed that he called early in the morning at 6.50, and my grandmother picked up the phone. she didn't hear my dad speak or anything, because he must have been to weak to do so. i was still sleeping at that time. if only i had waken up earlier, so i could have saved him. instead i took my own sweet time getting ready for school, while my daddy is struggling at home, alone. i should have been awake. i could have saved him. when i went to check on him, it was 3.26. now i bet every morning i will look at the time, 6.50 and regretted not waking up early, not checking on my daddy. and every 3.26, i will always remember how late it was to save my father. it hurts not being able to talk to him, laugh with him, joke with him and everything we used to do together. it hurts so damn much. i miss my daddy. i will never be able to celebrate mum, mine and his birthday anymore, never be able to celebrate father's day anymore. basically, will never be able to celebrate with him for any occasion. i would do anything it takes, anything, just to have him back. most of all, i just regretted not telling him i love him one last time. daddy if you can see this, i love you very very much. i miss you so much too. please come back, its still not too late please daddy.