My dad died suddenly at work, he had a cardiac arrest. It'll be five years this year since this happened and although I know he isn't no longer here, I still can't quite believe it.
As mad as it sounds, I find myself looking for him in crowds, hoping it's been a mistake and he's still here.
My mum seems to have dealt with things brilliantly. She's moved on, her thinking being we can't change anything. She socialises, is chirpy, is forward thinking and doesn't seem phased by any of this.
I just seem stuck in this moment. I keep revisiting the day of when he died, the emergency room in the hospital, the funeral. Everything seems surreal. I suppose it was so unexpected and I just haven't got my head around it and I desperately want to. During the same 12 months of this happening, my mil also died unexpectedly and also BF from a long term illness. It's been really hard and I'm sure I shouldn't still be feeling like this.
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