I’ve been lurking on this thread for the last few weeks, and I’m so sorry for your losses. It’s the club that no one ever wants to join, but here we are.
We lost my lovely Dad on 22 June, after numerous NHS cock ups, initially diagnosed with a stroke which turned out to be advanced cancer. Once diagnosed he had less than two weeks to live, and despite excellent hospice care for his final 10 days, please God the assisted dying bill will come into effect soon. I went to see him at the funeral home today, before his funeral on Thursday.
I’m so scared of letting him down. And of not knowing many of his retired friends in the church - I’ve felt too traumatised in part, and numb in part, and exhausted from dealing with the admin, to face returning calls from friends over the last few weeks, and desperately want some familiar faces who have my back.
And then after, I know I need to go back to work soon, but can’t comprehend life carrying on as normal. But as much as anything, I just can’t believe that I’ll never get to spend time with him again 💔.