Four days have passed and it doesn't doesn't feel real that my dad is no longer here. The tears have flowed (alot), but in the back of my mind I still can't quite grasp that he's gone. This feels a strange emotion considering I sat in the hospice room with dad a few minutes after he passed. I didn't want to leave him, because it felt like I'd be leaving him forever. The hospice staff were brilliant, the support they gave to my mum and I was perfect - caring, compassionate, thoughtful, attentive... I could go on and on!
One thing I wasn't prepared for was the amount of arrangements, paperwork and notifications that are needed once someone passes. Less than 24 hours we were sat in the local registrar's office registering his death. Felt very surreal. I have tried to lighten the load on my mum by writing letters, filling in forms, sorting out his finances to make sure she can afford the funeral, etc. No-one warns you that during the full force of your grief such details need to be managed.
