I can't believe I'm writing this.
My father died an hour ago, I said goodbye only an hour and a half ago. I kissed him goodbye in the hospital. I said don't die yet dad, I'll be back in the morning.
He developed sepsis last night overnight, today will stay with me until the day I die.
I feel numb, but sad, exhausted.
Me and my sister were with him all day, I didn't think it would happen so fast. I was meant to go and see him last night but I was too unwell. He called me & I was too tired to talk. Now I can never call him or go and see him again.