My dad died suddenly and completely unexpectedly in the early hours of wednesday morning.
My mum found him dead in bed beside her. Luckily 
, me and DD had arrived the day before to stay with them for a week...so I was there when mum found him.
We still have no idea what happened. The PM showed up nothing, and there now has to be an inquest.
However, in the days since, we have discovered that he was in at least £20k worth of debt that none of us knew anything about, mum included. He hid everything from her. So not only has he gone, we are now having to sort out his mess.
The overwhelming feeling I have at the moment is Anger. Not grief, or upset, or anything else. I'm just fucking angry.
I know he hid it all to protect my mum. And it explains a lot as to why he was so cagey about money (with mum) and why he drank so damn much.
I do also, I suppose, feel guilty for being so cross. I know he wouldn't have got into this mess on purpose, and had no idea he was about to leave it all behind.
But I just don't know how to get past this at the moment. I know it's early days, and we've not got the service until next tuesday.
I don't think it has really sunk in, because the person called Dad we keep talking about isn't my Dad. My Dad was a lovely, kind man...not an idiot who didn't pay his bills.
I don't really know what the point of this all is tbh. I'm just so lost, and terrified that at some point I'm going to realise that My Dad has gone too.