So, I lost my dad on Monday. He was a man with a good heart, who often gave more of himself than he had to give. He made mistakes along the way when I was younger and we had a period of not-speaking, something he acknowledged and more than redeemed himself over, especially in these last few years. He was and will be remembered as a good man, with a big heart who was kind to others.
He was very ill a little over a year ago and has been ‘running on fumes’ ever since, not quite managing to get that little bit healthier that might have gotten him back on track, and I believe he just ran out of oomph, as his mind and wit were still very sharp.
The strange thing is, it still feels like something that’s happened to somebody else; like he will text me any minute asking if the new NCIS boxset is out yet, or to tell me to “B.Safe” and while I know he won’t, logically, I still keep wanting to call him to check. It makes no sense at all.
I know that it’s going to take time to process this, and I’m lucky that I have some very supportive people around me, both personally and at work, but i was told that coming on here might be of some help. So here I am.