Dad
To my surprise I haven't updated here about what happened.
So - my father passed away on Tuesday 16th June after a long battle with lung cancer. In the last few weeks we've been trying to deal with what has happened, but largely (in my case) being in shock. Today I attended his funeral, walked behind the hearse as a mark of respect, carried Dad's coffin as a pallbearer, attended the funeral service and gave a speech. Then I made it through the reception afterwards.
I have not come to terms with what has happened yet, and what the wider implications are. I have been in shock, and then autopilot, eagerly grasping onto productive organisation of things I can do so as not to think about what this all means.
I will be fine, but I worry about my mother greatly. I've never been more glad that, for the time being, my sister Lucy still lives at my parents' house.
I never got home from work in time to say goodbye while Dad was still with us. I can only take comfort that Liz and I got to see him the Sunday before he died, spending a lovely few hours chatting to Dad about this and that. In his final hours he was too much in pain to really talk properly to anyone anyway.
Liz has been a rock. I love you so much, honey.
Going back to work on Monday just seems unthinkable, even though I was in work for periods this week and last. We're going to take it easy for the next few days.
I have no energy to be eloquent.
So - my father passed away on Tuesday 16th June after a long battle with lung cancer. In the last few weeks we've been trying to deal with what has happened, but largely (in my case) being in shock. Today I attended his funeral, walked behind the hearse as a mark of respect, carried Dad's coffin as a pallbearer, attended the funeral service and gave a speech. Then I made it through the reception afterwards.
I have not come to terms with what has happened yet, and what the wider implications are. I have been in shock, and then autopilot, eagerly grasping onto productive organisation of things I can do so as not to think about what this all means.
I will be fine, but I worry about my mother greatly. I've never been more glad that, for the time being, my sister Lucy still lives at my parents' house.
I never got home from work in time to say goodbye while Dad was still with us. I can only take comfort that Liz and I got to see him the Sunday before he died, spending a lovely few hours chatting to Dad about this and that. In his final hours he was too much in pain to really talk properly to anyone anyway.
Liz has been a rock. I love you so much, honey.
Going back to work on Monday just seems unthinkable, even though I was in work for periods this week and last. We're going to take it easy for the next few days.
I have no energy to be eloquent.