I've been holding it together as I was with dad for last few weeks while he was dying and he suffered so much I was relived when he past
I'm reading at the funeral both scripture and also a piece on dad I wrote
I'm determined to do him justice and help the children through it but its becoming increasingly more aware that he's gone and as my best friend I'm feeling v odd
If I did not have my children I know I would have taken the spare morphine and gone with him and some days I feel like I have if that makes sense?