As if it wasn't bad enough losing Dad before Christmas and trying to come to terms with everthing a life with him no longer there entails, I get kicked in the guts again by my grandad's death less than 2 months afterwards - he had prostate cancer.
Fed up of illness, and funerals, I'm still young, I shouldn't be dealing with all this crap yet.
Well, we survived the first Christmas without Dad, it felt weird and I definitely didn't feel in the Christmas spirit at all. I would much rather have hibernated until the New Year when all the hype and fuss was over.
Mum had a little wobble on Christmas Day but I think she is finally letting a bit out. She admits herself that she was never allowed to show her feelings, she puts it down to old stiff upper lip parents…
We had Dad's funeral on friday, don't know how I got through it, especially as I did a reading. I think we gave Dad a good send off. It felt so final.
We've had so many lovely cards. People were given the choice of either sending flowers or donations to cancer charity. We had lots of flowers but I think we'll be surprised at how much the total of donations will be through the funeral directors.
Mum asked…
Dad died at home on Monday 15th November. He went quietly in his sleep - so like Dad 2 not make a fuss and try to make it easier for Mum!
We've made all the arrangements for the funeral next week and I went to see him today in the Chapel of Rest, he looked so peaceful.
I think it was such a release that he went now before the cancer started to show some really nasty effects. He had been feeling tired and began saying…
Just when I was coming to terms with Dad's situation I get the news that my birth mother's cancer has come back, (hopefully caught it early).
BUT I MEAN, seriously,
How much is 1 person seriously expected 2 deal with b4 they go under? Even elastic bands can only stretch so far b4 they snap.
ARRGGGHHHH!!!!!
