My Dad died suddenly 2 weeks ago tomorrow. I am not coping.
I am cycling through rage, numbness and devastation on a daily basis. I can be laughing at something and then sobbing within seconds. Some days I see and feel things that are not there.
I can’t cope with the fact that my mum has lost my dad and my children have lost their grandad. I keep seeing him dead and worrying he was scared. I keep hearing the nurse from ICU complaining about needing his bed space and saying ‘momo’ is waiting to take him. I keeping seeing the machine doing CPR. I keep seeing him discoloured. The tube in his mouth. I am trying to help my mum but I’m secretly becoming completely unhinged. I sat in my car and screamed and shouted at dad for 30 mins this morning. If he’d not been so stubborn and got some medical attention he’d still be here. I hate him. I love him. I can’t cope. When will this end? Please I can’t take anymore.