Where to begin...
Last week, 5th April 2015, I got a call from my mum asking for my DP. She then told him that there was a problem with my Dad and I needed to be there now. 2 minutes later (thanks to DPs driving) and I arrive at home to 2 ambulances, a first response car and most of my immediate family.
I am told that Dad had collapsed.
Less than 20 minutes later, the paramedics come out and say that there is nothing more they can do, he is gone.
He had been complaining of heartburn the night before so had cancelled going out. He'd been sick and then settled down to watch a film at home with my mum. He got up on the Sunday still feeling a little rough but insisting on going out to Easter lunch with Mum.
Mum nipped out to get something from my aunt. She was gone less than half an hour and came back to find my Dad collapsed on the living room floor.
She ran to get the nurse, paramedics and off duty police officer that live across the road and other paramedics arrived within a few minutes. Nothing could be done.
We had to wait 2 hours for the On call Doctor to come and pronounce his death. Saving grace I guess is that he thought it was an immediate death. I am holding onto that. He didn't suffer and it wasn't a prolonged end.
I think the worst part of it all is that we/they live opposite the local hospital before it was shut down to be rebuilt/renovated. Mum knew the paramedics and then the Funeral directors that came to collect him.
Nothing could be done until the Tuesday as it was Easter/bank weekend.
Pathologist's findings were that my Dad had severe Chronic heart disease but nothing was picked up when he saw his GP a week before. Apparently his heart valves were almost completely blocked and his heart just gave up.
Death was finally confirmed by coroner and paperwork delivered on Thursday and death was registered on Friday. Now we have a 3 week wait for the funeral.
The hardest part is trying to get my 13 year old to understand properly. He has ASD and is really struggling to understand that he can't see Granddad anymore and is highly sensitive right now. He's struggling with everyone asking how he is doing, trying to be social and he is alternating between sensory seeking and isolation.
I knew I'd have to deal with this eventually but I hoped I would be well in to my 40's/50s/60s.