I found out last night. He was found dead in his flat. Died in the night, was found some time later by a neighbour who contacted my half brother.
Due to a terribly complicated family situation I hadn’t spoke to my father for almost two decades. He never met my husband nor two children, his only grandchildren.
I had always hoped he would reach out one day and now he is dead. I will never feel that he loved his little girl (me) again, there will be no apologies, explanations, nothing. He is dead.
I live in another country. I’ve been waiting all day to hear from my half brother about funeral arrangements. He’s gone underground, most likely drinking. There’s nobody else.
Do I need to go out there and try to organise the funeral myself? I’ve been out of the picture for so long. I want to pay my father his last respects. I loved him. I forgave him. Now he will never know.