Melodramatic

My dad got sick. I fell apart. He's doing better. I'm still not OK with it all. At all. My father means the world to me. There is no good metaphor for it. He's the strongest man I know and to see him weak and fragile terrifies me so much. To think of him not being here anymore makes me start to cry. The man never gets sick even, how can this even happen? Seeing him slouched at the bottom of the stairs, I wanted to throw up, I couldn't even speak properly. He doesn't get sick.

He's the only parent that's ever said they was proud of me. Who always supports me in whatever I chose to do. It's the total stereotypical daddy's little girl situation. He takes care of everyone and this is what happens apparently. I cant stand to see him weak. Even in the slightest. He's not allowed to be sick or fragile or human. He's supposed to be superman.