Hello all. My dad died yesterday morning. My mum phoned me at work to say she couldn’t get any answer from the bathroom and the door was locked. I rushed there, went upstairs and broke the door down.
Really wished I hadn’t - they think he had a fatal heart attack on the toilet and was probably dead before hitting the floor. He had also smashed his face on the bath when falling forward. I knew he was gone when I broke down the door. His legs and body were all purple and when I was sobbing for him to wake up he was so cold and his face was so weird looking that I can’t get it out my mind. He must’ve been there a few hours.
He would’ve been 80 next week. He hasn’t been in the best of health for the last 10 years and I’ve been dreading ‘the call’ for as long as I can remember. I still thought that it would be a peaceful affair - gathered around bed, peaceful and all that, so I feel so lost that all I can think of is him lying on the floor, pants around ankles and his face looking like something from a horror film. I don’t feel angry towards my mum but my other 3 brothers got to find out with a phone call while I can’t get these images out my head.