We had my DF funeral on Monday. It was a lovely service, both DC got up and spoke which was very emotional. I am struggling, perhaps feel a bit traumatised by the actual burial. Thinking of him in his coffin, all alone, underneath all that soil. It's a family lair so it looked very deep. It's all I can think about. It has been full of for my brother and I since he died. I feel a bit forgotten about, as family are just messaging (his siblings etc) to say how much they are struggling, but not asking how we are. One of his siblings said she was too upset to come to the funeral tea (she's barely seen my dad in over 30 years yet was able to message and ask for items from his house before the funeral which gave me the rage) - I am finding our family dynamics really difficult to deal with, as all I want to do is think about my wonderful dad, who did so much for others.
I am now faced with sorting the estate which feels massively over-whelming. Some of the solicitors quotes are huge. I don't know whether to try and tackle it myself, and just get them to do the grant of confirmation, or just get them to do the whole lot - but it's so much money. I'd be sharing the load with my brother who I trust. I'll need to see what he thinks.
Last night I broke down the coffin spray into lots of small bouquets and took them to various family members headstones, and also to my dad's house and put some by his front door. I am also trying to dry some, and press some, so will see how that turns out. I'm trying to find little tasks that bring me comfort and joy to distract from my upsetting family members.
I just feel so lost.
I keep re-reading this Donna Ashworth poem.
The Loss of a Father funeral reading - Melbourne Celebrant