He died yesterday morning, he was 85. We were expecting it as he was very poorly, however it’s still been such a shock & has impacted us profoundly.
I feel lost, yet I I’m not alone, I have my ds & dd at home & DH. I have 2 sisters & a brother. I lost a brother 32 years ago, so I feel I know grief well.
I work PT & have kept them up to date, they have been really good & told me to take as much time as I need. I’m pushing myself to go back to work tomorrow. DH reckons I should have gone back today, he’s just more or less said to me ‘people may ask you if you’re ok, but they don’t really care’ like telling me not to talk about it because people won’t be bothered. It’s as if he’s telling me I don’t deserve this time to grieve, that I should just be getting on with things. I know what he’s trying to tell me, ‘go back to work & don’t say anything, if they ask ‘how are you?’ say ‘yeah I’m okay’ & thats it’. Done dusted, one of his favourite phrases.
If I’m totally honest I don’t know if I can face going into work just yet, but I’ve more or less said I’d be back & I’d never hear end of it with DH, he’d not be happy if I didn’t. It’s been a really really truly awful, stressful last 3 years with dads (and my mum has it ) illness & I’ve had to keep face & carry on as normal as DH wouldn’t of had it any other way. Life carries on regardless of what’s happened or is happening. Every aspect of it.