My wonderful Dad died in April. When I think back to all teh apinful tthings I had to do, register his death, plan his funeral,inform people of his death, fill out 1000's of bloody forms, visit the morgue, hold up my Mother, greet visitors at her house......and the things we still have to do, sort out her finances, help mum clear out his belongings, choose a headstone, get through christmas/birthdays etc without him.
How did I not know just how bad bereavement was before this happenned? It is a nightmare, I can not see it ending. There is a huge Dad shaped hole in my life and I can not see it ever not hurting.
I miss him so badly I would do anything to ahve him back. Anything.
I feel so sad, and weary. I can go to work and put on a smile but when I allow myself to think about Dad I sink back down again. It's too raw to think about him fondly, I just feel so sad I will never see him again.
Whereever you are Dad, I love you
xxx