I've just found and been reading this beautifully supportive thread. I lost my dad 6th September 2017, so 13 months in now. He died completely out of the blue, though he had some health issues. What 70yo doesn't? The pain at the beginning was so physical that it did actually hurt my heart. And so true that grief comes in waves and sometimes out of nowhere and knocked me right off my feet.
I took 4 weeks off work to help Mum, sort the funeral, his paperwork and to be with my sister who had flown in from the states. But I still had to take the odd intermittent day off work when my grief would fell me at my knees and I simply couldn't function. That does sound very dramatic reading that back.
Christmas was unbearable culminating in the turn of the year from 2017 to 2018 when I couldn't accept I was leaving him behind as the world continues to turn without him in it.
2018 has been consumed with supporting my mum who suffers from Parkinson's. My dad died just 2 weeks before they would've been married 50 years and on the day Dad died I promised him not to worry about Mum and that I would look after her.
Recently she's had very poor health (I've been over on the elderly parents board), the decline coinciding exactly one year after his death. But I'm pleased to say the crisis has passed and life is a bit more peaceful now.
However the latest thing for me is to be obsessed about her dying. On the one hand I don't want her to die but on the other I'm hoping she goes like my dad and doesn't linger suffering with her bastard disease. It helps to write that down as difficult to talk about IRL without sounding horrid about wishing my mum dead.
Thanks for reading and I'm sorry to everyone else who's here, whether your loss be recent or years ago 