He was 90 and had advanced dementia so whilst not unexpected it was a shock because he was found by his carers. He will have died alone in his house. In my mind I keep seeing him on the bed through the narrow window outside his house as no one could get in until the paramedics arrived to break in. It was last Tuesday.
I am all over the place. I feel exhaused but restless. I can't concentrate and make a decision even about what to eat but I haven't got an appetite anyway. I keep waking up in the night. Today I went out for a walk and then realised I had forgotten to brush my teeth before I left the house.
The amount of stuff at his house is immense. He was a hoarder, not on the scale you see on the TV but I mean having multiples of everything and it seems he never ever threw anything away. We had to get a skip to put some of the rubbish in as it was very smelly. He couldn't care for himself but refused to go into a care home so to end his days that way was very painful to witness and now I am seeing the real extent of his deterioration. It hurts so much.
I have anxiety which is off the scale. About being joint executor of his estate, probate, ensuring his house stays safe until it's sold, disposing of all the stuff that is now mine, including the house, about all the things I don't know how to do. Still waiting for the coroner to decide if there will be a PM or not. Can't arrange the funeral. I feel utterly overwhelmed and ill. Is that normal?
I'm an only child with 3 DC's of my own who are helping but the reality is that it's fallling to me, the bulk of it, and I don't know what to ask them to do beyond helping with practical stuff like helping me clear the house so I can get it deep cleaned.
I didn't feel remotely like this when my DM died but then we didn't have a good relationship. Neither was I really close to my DF but I feel so very upset. I don't understand it at all.