I lost my dad in July. He wanted to die at home and the whole experience was so traumatic due to a lack of support that I haven’t even begun to grieve yet.
I was/am daddy’s girl. I lost my mum almost 17 years ago but losing him felt so very different. Be with him, hold his hand, ask all the questions you need answers to.
Find out his funeral wishes, I’d had the conversation with mine a few years ago.
When he came home we had been told he probably had 6-7 months, we had 6 weeks, I learned so much about him, including that he had a needle phobia, he was stubborn, difficult to physically care for, but I felt his love for me so clearly. He trusted me and my DH implicitly, despite there being a carer living in, it was us he would call out for. I slept in his room for almost 2 weeks. As harrowing as it was at times, I wouldn’t give that time back for anything.
Be kind to yourself, he is the first man you ever loved, the one you set standards by, he shaped you but he wouldn’t want you to punish yourself or to fall apart.
Is he in hospital or at home? Can you sit with him? The day my dad died, he had been washed and changed and I sat quietly holding his hand with his favourite music playing, I took a photo of my hand in his.
I’ve rambled on a bit here, but if you need anyone to talk to, my inbox is always open to you.