Yesterday I was out with the wife at the movies, When I got out I turned my phone on, I had calls from people I didn't know and 3 of my cousins. I called the one I am closest to, she told me dad died. Me and him were not as close as we could of been but it hurts. Now I have to deal with everything that comes with losing a loved one. My aunt flew down to Florida to take care of him and start working on clear out his stuff. I will find out tomorrow if I am going to go down to help. My dad was a bit of a hoarder, luckily not the piles and piles of trash kind. He collected mountain bikes and music gear. He has a massive collection of guitars we need to clear out. My dad's legacy is pretty much the contents of your average music store. He was an amazing guy, not the best father in the world but what we had will never be forgotten.
He had posted a vid earlier in the day of some band he was watching play outside, went to get a coffee and dropped of a heart attack right in the middle of the shop. He was 62, acted like he was 26 hell he even would ask girls in their 20's and 30's out on dates, He was a pimp, he was my dad and he will be greatly missed.