5 days before my 18th birthday my stepfather suddenly collapsed in our living room and passed away. I saw him die. He didn’t suffer and passed away quickly after falling. I saw his dead face, his blank eyes staring up at our living room ceiling.
I was the one to call the ambulance, I was screaming and sobbing- my mother who with three other children had been on her own since she was 25. My mother was 40 when he passed, he was 37.
My stepfather had been diagnosed with dilated cardiomyopathy when he was 23 and had gotten into a relationship with my mother when he was 32 and they only married last year.
When my mother came home to tell me he had passed I screamed and cried until I was short of breath- I didn’t sleep that night.
It hasn’t been two weeks since he’s died and I can’t cope with his death. I don’t believe he’s gone and I feel like I’m dreaming and that this isn’t real life.
I was 17 when he died. I need advice on how to get through this.