My dad is dead

My dad died. Four years to the day I last saw my sister. Four years after AML took her home. One moment I'm working from home and the next I'm driving to my parents' house after a frantic call from a neighbor. Dad. Bad accident at home. Come quickly. Fast or slow, it wouldn't matter. He was already gone and nothing the EMTs, medics, doctors, and nurses did was going to bring him back. He was just doing what did always did. Working on the house. And then something made him fall. Maybe a loose shingle? Maybe a misstep. Whatever it was, it took him from us faster than it took for me to get to the house. He was gone before I even received the call. Gone before Mom found him. And now I don't have a sister *or* a dad. At least not ones here earthside.