I’m four months into grieving my beloved dad. I’ve made no secret of the fact that I’m finding it incredibly hard and I’m crippled by the loss to my entire life. I know people mean well but when people tell me “he’s always with me” I want to scream. I can’t hold his hand or stroke his face or feel his hugs so him being “with me” yet I can’t touch or feel him doesn’t help, it’s just nails home the fact that he will never be physically with me again. I used to see him most days preCovid, I saw him less last year because of my job and him being vulnerable but we FaceTimed every day and every other day I would take my kids to the kerb while parents spoke from their window. At the start of the year he was admitted into hospital and after a long stay (again we spoke multiple times a day) and he came home to die. He’s not with me anymore, he’s gone and he always will be.