I am pleased I found this thread. My dad died very suddenly last March. He was at a conference overseas from where we live. It wa hideous. Completely unexpected and its like my insides disappeared and all there was was a black hole inside of me. It took a while to get his body home as a post mortem had to be done and things like that, and by the time it was, we were advised not to look at him. So, even now, over a year on, I kind of don't believe it is true.
I got married in July. My DH lost his dad a long time ago, when he was only 17. Consequently, we had a very tiny wedding (just our mums and DCs and a couple of witnesses) as we didn't want a big celebration without our dads. DH still cries over his dad now, as, of course, do I. We can cry together though, which helps a lot. We know that had they ever met down here, they would have got on ever so well, and we draw comfort from the belief that they have met each other now and are really happy and proud that we met, and married.
The day after my wedding, we took my bouquet down to the harbour. I threw the flowers one by one into the sea and said a prayer, and a thank you, to my dad, with each one. I found it hard on his birthday, DH and I had a drink to my dad, and spent the day with our children.
I am dreading Christmas. Last year mum went away, but this year she wants Christmas at home. So we will all go round there, and I know it will be a really hard day. Christmas was all about my dad's AWFUL knitted jumpers, and terrible jokes, and him carving the turkey, and him being the BEST Grandpa to my lovely DCs and helping them work out how to use their new toys. And it was all about him falling asleep in the armchair after eating far too much food. Going to mum's with him not there, it will feel strange.
It takes so, so long to get over. My DH has said, despite losing his dad 15 years ago, it is not something you ever get over, it is something that you just get a little more used to.
Today, DH and I bought our first home together. I particularly miss my dad today. It is the kind of thing he would have been so proud of me for. I really wish that I could have called him up, and I wish he was coming round with my mum later to have a look. I am holding on to the fact that he does know, and that he is feeling very proud and very happy, with DHs dad as well.
I offer my deepest sympathies to everyone on this thread. Losing a parent is something that cannot be contemplated unless you have personally experienced it. I still feel cross when I see old people walking hand in hand. My dad didn't even get to retire! It is like, although I am less completely consumed, I still get overwhelmed from time to time.
I know I am further along the way than some of you - I am here though to say that it does become a little more bearable. I still need to have a really huge sob at least once a week though. I am fortunate that DH and I are able to talk so openly with each other, and that we have a very deep understanding of our situations. That makes things a little easier, as does actively doing things to remember my dad. Balloons on his birthday, my flowers into the sea. I have nearly saved up enough for a memorial plaqye to go on the wall of rest in the cemetery. I am hoping that this Christmas I will be able to go there and spend some quiet time.
Sorry for being so lengthy, it is reassuring to find that my own emotions are felt by others, and I hope that you are also able to take comfort in the fact that I have felt similar things to you.