Hi,
Hope noone minds me posting, I lost my Dad on 30th October (3 weeks ago), I now have no parents, my Mud died 20 years ago.
He was 83 nearly 84 and had had several brushes with death, this was number 6. He had prostate cancer (diagnosed in July) which spread to his bones. He didn't know the extent of it and he wanted it that way. His liver failed in the end. He went into hospital on 26th October. He was so terribly weak and thin. I went with him in the ambulance, my Sister followed in the car. I held his hand and the Coldplay song Fix It was playing. I knew this could never be fixed.
We had the funeral last Monday and I managed to speak, as did my Sister. Really thought it was beyond me. He got the death he wanted, a few weeks previously he told me that he wanted to die in hospital with his daughters there holding his hand. He got his wish, it was peaceful, unlike my Mum's death which still haunts me.
Day to day I am doing ok, sometimes I think I'm too ok and I feel guilty. Today I dont feel ok, I have no energy and had to go back to bed this afternoon. I am self-employed and back working, I didn't work for a couple of days before he died and for a week afterwards. Also took two days off for the funeral, luckily had the flexibility to rejig things. Despite having quite a lot of sleep the last few days, I am so very tired. I'm trying to push through cause life doesn't stop for anyone, scared of burdening people in real life too much, although I do have some lovely friends and a husband and two teenage boys, lucky I know. Family relations were difficult at times for various reasons, so he didn't have a relationship with my Sons.
I loved my Dad so much, luckily he knew. Its so hard, I need my strength and energy but dont always know where to find them.
I'm so sorry for other people who have lost a parent, sending love to everyone.