He passed away.

A few days ago, I posted a journal saying that my dad was going to die.

During my English class at school, I got pulled out after being told that he would die tonight. I went to visit him at hospital as a result. I saw him open his eyes while he was trying to sleep.

What I didn't know, was that after I left he passed away in his sleep.

I was the last thing he saw, and I can't help but feel both happy and sad by that.

Goodbye dad, I'll miss you.

Edit:

His sister just told my ma that his last dream was me being born, since he was saying "Push Polly push"(That's my ma's name) in his sleep.

...Wow...