I'm just over 37 weeks pregnant with my second son and my lovely lovely dad died this morning. He had been ill for a long time but the end came very suddenly somehow. I saw him last weekend and we had some nice time together but I just didn't really believe he would die, somehow. I spoke to him on Wednesday, I didn't realise it would be the last time. I don't know how I feel. I wish the baby would come so I had that to focus on and so that I knew he was ok (the baby I mean - I feel generally anxious I think).
I was there when he died, he didn't look like him anymore though he was just... Gone. It's very strange.