I know this will sound odd.
Dad had been in hospital for the past 10 weeks or so. He had terminal lung cancer, but it wasn't that that had him in hospital, it was the constant infections he kept getting. We knew he would die at some point soon, though kept getting mixed messages from the consultants depending on the day they saw dad.
Dad was a physicaly strong man in his late 60's.
He died of one of those infections 10 days ago. I was with him when he died. It was so utterly awful to watch, and for the past couple of days of his illness I had been willing him to go.
I have moments when I am overwhelmed with grief for him, particularly when I look for him to take my side in a squabble I am having with mum :(
I expected to break down during his funeral, but didnt.
I am now supporting my mum, and getting on with my life. I do feel sad, and some moments it is a crushing, all consuming sadness, but generally I feel ok.
why is this? I LOVED my dad. he was the best dad i could ever have wanted. I told him as such whilst he was in hospital.
why am i not wracked with grief and wailing?