it's 2 years tomorrow since my dad died...this time 2 years ago we were with him in the hospital, no idea he would die in 5+half hours time..sounds stupid, how could we not know?? At 9pm i kissed his head and said goodbye thinking i would see him again tomorrow. Then the awful call at 1am from the hospital.....gone. Just like that.
2 years on, how raw it all feels. I wish dad had a grave i could visit. I wouldn't feel so lost then. I would visit often, keep it nice for him. It would feel right. No, mum says no-one would bother after a while
and its better to keep his urn in her house. Fine by me i guess, he's closer to her there and i can go there too. But its not the same. I need something to do, tend to his grave for him or something, somewhere where he is iykwim. Her house isn't the same. I look at his urn and i know he would hate it, it is black and morbid looking (i know they arn't supposed to be colourful :) but dad was funny about "Morbid" things)
I feel the need to sit in my car in the hospital carpark..you can see the window of the room he died in from the carpark. I spent a lot of time just sitting there in the days between his death and us getting his ashes...It felt like i didn't know where he was and just felt lost, can't describe it. Once we got his ashes home i felt more settled iykwim. But I spent hours in the hospital carpark last year on this date. i feel closer to him there even though i know that is the last place he would want me to be!!
Im feeling the need to go again. This is so hard. I just miss him so much.
Just had to get it out.