It's a very long story, so I'll try to summarise the most relevant points.
My dad passed away very suddenly 4 months ago aged 64. My parents divorced when I was 4, my mum and I returned to Wales where she was originally from, my dad remained in the Midlands.
We remained in fairly regular contact until 3 years ago, when my mum dropped a bombshell regarding things that had happened during their marriage (some things I was aware of, others not) and I made the decision to distance myself from him. I chose not to confront him because, apart from the fact he was divorced from my mum more than 30 years before, he had a lifelong heart condition. I didn't want to lie to my mum and continue to see him behind her back, so this seemed the only real option. I sent cards, pictures of my son, the occasional text, but that was it. The whole situation upset me, but I felt I just had to play the hand I was dealt.
Four months ago I got a call from my step mum. He had suffered a massive cardiac arrest and died almost instanteously. I attended his funeral, I went to see him in the funeral home the day before and read a letter I'd prepared telling him that despite everything, I loved him and hoped that he could forgive me for not going to see him for the last couple of years. I guess I hoped it would give me closure. And it did, for a while.
My step mum has been great. I asked if I could have a few mementoes of my dad's to keep and when she felt up to it, she put together a small box of things, including his watch and glasses. I'm staying in touch with her as I have learnt that she was the one who bought and sent birthday/Christmas cards, vouchers, etc. all these years and I had always given my dad the credit.
I also recently learnt that my dad had not left a will. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't hoping for a huge inheritance. I just wanted to know if he'd given any consideration to me (his only child) and his only grandchild in the event of his death. He hadn't. If I hadn't have asked my step mum to have a few mementoes of him, I would have nothing.
I now feel like I have very few memories of us to hold onto, hardly any photos and very few personal items. I wonder if I'm grieving the loss of the dad I had, or the one I 'thought' I had. I don't know anymore. I spent the last couple of years feeling so guilty that I wasn't the daughter he deserved and now I wonder if he even thought about me at all.
So, how do I start to move on from this?