story of the year

I had a dream last night that my dad was still alive. He was sick but he was still alive, and he could do things, he wasnt bed ridden.

When i woke up I thought he was still alive.
When i finally realised that he wasnt, it was as if 10,000 knives had stabbed me all over. Like 10 people were all beating the shit out of me. Thats the best way i can describe it,how it felt, but it doesnt do it justice.