I lost my dad in February and just can’t come to terms with the fact he’s gone. Following a fall, resulting in a broken hip, he was admitted to hospital but later died from pneumonia and decompensated heart failure. He was there six weeks, seemed to go up and down, but we thought he would recover. We received a call one Monday morning to say he was ‘going’ but we never got there in time and he died before we arrived.
I am devastated and can’t believe I never properly said goodbye. I can’t come to terms with the fact I will never see him again. I feel like my protector and provider has gone and I don’t feel safe… this is ridiculous as I am 40 not 4! Nothing else seems to matter any more; I just want to sit and think about him and cry. I am cross that life is just going on whilst I am lost