On 1/2/10 I posted here that my Dad was dying. We were told he had 6 months left at best. My poor lovely dote of a father slipped away on monday morning. He was buried today. I am heart broken. What will the world be like without him? im trying to explain to my son (nearly 4) why he will not see his grandad again and he is finding it so difficult. My other son is too young. My teenage brother lives with us too and now I have to help him come to terms with this. What am I going to do? How do I help him when I dont know what to do myself? I am 10 weeks pregnant and due on my fathers birhtday (thankfully he knew!) And now I am so afraid for this baby. I have been so ill thru january and so stressed and rundown these past two weeks Im so afraid for this pregnacy and just couldnt bear another loss. Most of all Im just left reeling - has this week really happened? He just started fading and died with only 1 day in bed. Im haunted by the images of my lovely big bear of a dad and how frustrated and weak he was at the end. I know his passing was the best possible way for him, minimum pain and so peaceful with his family around loving him. It was on his terms. but now we are alone! How do I help my mom thru this? Will i stop falling apart the minute im on my own? How does a heart absorb this pain? sorry for rambling just so lost