Yesterday afternoon, my father passed away-- right about the time I was leaving work. After a quadruple bypass three weeks ago, he had been found unresponsive at the inpatient rehab facility that he was at and taken to a nearby hospital, where he could not be revived. He was 83 years old.
This isn't my first rodeo with the death of a close family member, sadly; my mother passed away in 1999. So I know that what I'm currently feeling, a sort of dreamlike state of numbness like moving through water, won't last. Eventually this state, and the distraction of the practical things that need to be done right now such as service arrangements and financial matters, will be over, and there will just be raw grief that will hit like a speeding train.
It seems surreal to enter my father's death date-- July 19, 2017-- and other details into the family tree software I have. As an amateur genealogist, I've done this countless times for ancestors; it's quite a different thing to do so for your father.
Appreciate and love your family while they're here. Dad, I miss you and love you so much.