Just before Christmas My father died - swiftly, unexpectedly and with confusion and disarray around him.
Not how anyone would have liked to go. Alone in an unfamiliar place, as family were scrambling to get flights/travel arrangements to be with him.
We later learned that he had lied (to himself mainly) and travelled despite being unwell with a terminal cancer diagnosis and without insurance. (He had decided that, as he felt well in himself, the diagnosis was incorrect)
It caused a HUGE financial impact on family getting out there, cost for repatriation, organisation of local services and admin issues - a wild amount of stress as the location he was in was so remote and only had basic medical care. It turned out he also couldn't cover the costs he had run up, despite telling the locals he could. Which soured our dealings locally, as he had been promising payment to people who were legitimately helping him out, costing them time and money.
I managed to arrive just as he was in the process of being whisked away for a medical intervention at a separate location - so I had a short, rushed conversation with him about logistics (at that point, we were not aware that his time was short, so nothing meaningful was said) - he died in transit.
After this, on arriving back home, several dramas hit in quick succession - ranging from a big water leak from the header tank in the loft, to my car being significantly damaged in a hit and run, pet illness (thankfully recovered) and a huge crisis at work which meant it was all hands to the wheel. All causing additional cost or stress on top of the ones to sort out my Dad.
In amongst this whirlwind of correspondence, planning, money worries, and liaising with countless companies, I seem to have lost the fact that my dad died.
Now that everything is pretty much resolved, I was expecting the reality to hit..... but I feel like it's there, I know it to be true - but any feeling is absent (apart from anger at the situation we got left in)
Is this normal?