My wonderful dad died yesterday. He was only 64. Glioblastoma. He was ill for about 2 months.
I live in another country from my parents, and I found out he died many hours after it happened; via a text from my mum. My mum and I have a complicated relationship but finding out this way was awful.
I saw it in the middle of a meeting at work.
I feel like I didn’t matter and just traumatised. My sister hasn’t even reached out (we haven’t spoken in years but she was there). I asked if I can come fly out but didn’t get a reply. I feel so alone and not part of the grief.
My mother said there won’t be a funeral.