Life doesn't prepare you.
Almost twenty three years ago I found my daughter, my only child......dead in her apartment. She was 26 years old. The coroner said she died of a aortic dissection the day before, about 14 hours before I found her. Her little Shitzu/Poodle, Meeka lay by her side all night. Linda and I made numerous calls the night she died. I even drove to her condo and tried to find out why she wasn't answering our calls. Her lights were on, music was playing...I assumed she was taking a shower or had fallen asleep. She was working two jobs and rose each morning at 5am to work out at Bally's Health Club . After I called her office at Raymond James in the morning, and they said she never came to work. I panicked. Life does not prepare you for this.