He had vascular dementia and Alzheimers so it wasn't unexpected, and honestly, it was the best thing for him.
But...
His wife was with him when he died at 1am - he was in a care home so she knew it was coming but she didn't contact me or my brother until this morning. We didn't get the option to say goodbye.
I don't know how to feel. Relief in a way. Very sad obviously. But I'm incredibly angry too. My dad wasn't overly involved but her arrival 30 years ago reduced that further. And now this.
DP is away in India and can't come back until the 15th (work visa start date). DD11 is at her dad's. My brother lives away but we've spoken a lot. It's my best friend's wedding anniversary and she's away, so I'm home alone.
I just don't know what to do with myself. So I'm just sitting. In my dressing gown.
Not even sure why I'm posting.