It's been a week and it's still very raw.
He was given hope a couple of months ago, and then it was all snatched away so quickly and brutally
I didn't leave his side in his final days and I was there when he passed away.
I've never really had the best relationship with my mum but I stayed with her in the days afterwards.
Everyone is telling me I have to be strong for her, but the selfish part of me is thinking 'who's going to be strong for me?' and 'why can't I be allowed to breakdown?'
He was my world and now he's gone.
My husband is trying to help but I keep pushing him away. I don't want him, I want my dad.