I lost my dad suddenly in February this year, and it’s been the hardest 6 months. Especially supporting my young son to navigate the loss of one of his favourite people.
It’s been hard, but now we’re at the stage where a date has been set for the ashes being scattered around a memorial tree. Which is going to be lovely, and somewhere I can take my son to remember his grandpapa. However the nearer it gets, I feel myself spiralling backwards with my emotions. I haven’t moved on at all, I’m still dealing with it, but I’m absolutely dreading the day. Any advice to help me get my head around the whole ash spreading thing? I can’t cope with the loss, and now I’m scared I can’t cope again