Way back in 1974...
My dad was 54 and and I was 23.
He went to bed one night, just like any other night,
had a heart attack and died in his sleep.
It was a total shock to the family.
Almost 50 years later, I still “talk” to him sometimes...
My prayers go out to you and your family.
To die in one’s sleep is one of the greatest that fate, or whatever gods that be can send us.