So weeks leading to my wedding I was generally quite stressed, as many people are. My dad made sure I had the wedding of my dreams and made it all happen. Being the only daughter, I've always been my fathers favourite and he's always spoilt me. The most difficult time of his life was giving me away. He felt like he was losing me - and I kept trying to explain to my dad that I wasn't going anywhere, and I never understood his anxiety in giving me away. I genuinely felt my dad felt like he was gona lose me for good after my wedding, and in reality, I've lost him. He was trying to hold onto me as much as he could and showered me with so much more love than usual. While I was on my honeymoon I was in constant touch with my dad, where he'd message asking when I was back as he has been missing me. I remember telling him I was coming back the next day and would meet him. He was so happy. He also messaged me saying that he loves me and while he's still alive he'll always be there for me no matter what. And to forgive him for any of his shortcomings. But anyway, going back to the events surroundings my fathers death, so I come back to visit my dad and he's standing outside waiting for me, with a big smile, his arms open ready to embrace me. I had a quick catch up with my dad and then he left for work. I had no idea that was the last time I'd be seeing him. I got a call the following day telling me my dad had died and to come straight to the hospital. I just remember falling to the ground and not being able to move. My dad was healthy, he had no health problems and to hear of his death suddenly felt like a train had just hit me. My whole body hurt. And upon reaching the hospital and seeing my dad lying there didn't feel real either. It just looked like he was asleep. He passed away on May 25th. And since then, it's only got harder. The shock of what's happened still hasn't registered. Has anyone maybe whose lost someone who could share a few kind words of hope? Or just some advice really in handling my grief better. I've reached a stage where getting through each day is like climbing a really steep mountain. It's so tiring, and exhausting. I physically ache, I actually ache so much. I just can't come to terms with the fact I won't see him again. I need him. There's so much that's left unsaid that should've been said.