My dear dad died last October.
There have been a hundred and one things to deal with, most of which have fallen on my shoulders.
When he first died I would go to his house in the middle of the night to sleep in his bed to try to feel close to him....but he's not there...I realise that now...it's just a house.
I have not been able to go there for the last two months as it is too painful...my DP has dealt with anything that needed doing.
His house has been on the market and we have been close to exchanging contracts for a week or two now. I have been so worried about the sale of the house falling through.
Why then when I have just come home to an e-mail saying contracts have been exchanged do I feel so desperately sad?