Yesterday in the early evening my lovely dad died. It was sudden- I dropped my son off for a weekend with his grandparents 2 hours beforehand and he was chatting and being his usual ‘dad’ self, told me he’d see me Sunday when they brought my son home.
He went into cardiac arrest when it was just him and my son in the room watching the football and doing a crossword together.. he’s only 11 and I keep thinking he must have been so frightened. But he was wonderful and did everything he could and should have done.
Mum called me to say the paramedics were there and I got to the house as they were working on him. He was taken to hospital when they’d stabilised him. We followed and learned on arrival that he’d had another arrest in the ambulance and then another at the hospital.
I feel like I’m sleep walking and can’t process what’s happening… 2pm we were talking as normal, by 6:30pm I was holding his hand in the hospital after he’d passed.
I don’t know why I’m posting.. maybe to find clarity if I say what happened again. None of this makes sense and there isn’t a word to describe how devastated I am.