I cried a lot today it feels like it just happened. I think maybe now baby is getting a little older my mind is taking the time
To go back to where it should have been before. I argued with dh this morning and told him I was struggling, when I saw him later in the day he was very vacant and we barely spoke, I thought he would have realise I need him to support me without me having to keep coming to him crying and asking for a hug or help. Now he is home this evening and. Ack to being attentive and wanting to talk and I just don't at all feel like I can 
Taking "me" time is pretty difficult, between wrestling a toddler and feeding a baby and keeping up with life in general there isn't much time left but I am trying to. I hopefully will be going to a residential physio place soon for a recurring injury, and they also have counsellors there so that would probably be a good option for me I think. Hopefully it will come along soon.
His partner wants to order the headstone soon. She hasn't spoke. To me about it but is hounding my sisters. This seems to be common, she doesn't say anything to me but my sisters get all the information/denands. My dad had a well established business with a lot of customers and my sisters ran it when he died, doing all of his weekend work and informing everyone of his death, keeping his business going so it doesn't collapse. I couldn't due to the pregnancy and dh either as it I loved a lot of travelling but now baby is here we have offered but she never gets back to us to ask us to help but continues to put it on my sisters which I resent. Being on maternity pay also I haven't been able o contribute financially which doesn't sit well with me, and I don't want to order a headstone and rely on everyone else to pay but am going to have to or else she will just go ahead and order t as she wants without even asking us (she's quite bull headed).
I will try to call crude this week. I keep looking at it then putting it off. I am scared to talk about it because I know once I do I will be a mess. But I know that I must.
I saw my mum earlier and told her I was struggling. She asked what with and I said pretty much life and dad and that I hadn't had time to process anything. She was taking my lb out for the day so we only had a minute as he was getting antsy, but hopefully she will talk more another day. She means well and I know she will help and listen. She sat with my sister for hours looking through old photos of him, which must have been hard for her. I think k
She just lacks a bit of tact, eh me and my sister were talking about dad and his partner Tyne other day whilst at mums house as we had not seen each other for a few weeks as she was on holiday. We were talking quietly in the room where others were and mum kept asking cheekily "what are you two whispering about?" We said "nothing!" And she asked again and again. Eventually I snapped and said we are talking about dad. She looked sorry and left us alone but then I felt horrible!
Anyway, yes special occasions are going to be hard. We had Father's Day just after baby was born and I was in hospital with a serious infection for two weeks, I almost died (I hate to sound dramatic but also added to a lot of stress) so was alone during that time seeing all the adverts on tv etc. I am already dreading Christmas, dad was so goofy and all I want is to see him wearing a stupid hat and eating a cream cake with it all over his face (the heart disease isn't much of a mystery
) and I can't bear the thought of having to go to his house or see his partner and him be absent. But then it's lo's first Christmas and that should be happy.
I wish I could say all of this to my husband but i will just shut down when he Wants me to talk and I hate myself for it and I don't know why I can't just fall on him,
I'm sorry you had to deal with a sudden death too, it makes you feel so robbed doesn't it? My mil had cancer for three months and deteriorated so quickly that even her death was a shock, so there were no goodbyes or chances to say anything, it's a choice of two evils isn't it. I sometimes wish I had known this would be his last year. I would have made so much more effort. I am trying not to think that way but it is hard not to. I wa supposed to see him the week before he died but he was full of cold and we were off on holiday so we arranged to meet when we were home. It was my birthday two days before and he dropped a card in but we were out. He didn't call, which makes me sad, but I know he was busy. I text him to say thank you but he didn't reply. I know he read it though and I'm glad I sent it. My sisters birthday was the day after he died too.
My eldest son is 2.5 years. He has forgotten him now and it breaks my heart because he was such an amazing grandad. These were his first grandsons and he would have taught them so much. He was a gentle giant and I was so excited for him to meet my next one (we didn't know the sex). We have him my dads name as a middle name. But it kills me they won't know him.
Well I've officially cried more writing this than in total in the last few months, better out than in as he always said! Thanks for listening. Xx hugs to you all. X