Hello,
My dad died in May after a 23 year battle with Parkinson's. He was a total legend and my hero (nobody has ever measured up) and watching him suffer was unbearable. I'm still haunted by the memories of his struggle when I visit mum in the flat where he was so unwell and eventually died. I won't go into these memories as it's not particularly fair on readers to hear them. I feel like a part of me died with him and the thought of never being with him again is soul-destroying.
I'm not sure why I'm posting, I just thought I would write to the ether and see what comes back. Thank you for reading.