My lovely Dad passed away in the early hours of Friday 14th January, after an 18 month battle against lymphoma. He did really well to hang on for seven months after receiving the news that no more treatment would be provided, and we had a lovely Christmas, but it was just too much for him, and he went into hospital on 31st December and didn't come back out. Although i couldn't look after him at home, I saw him every day, and miss him so much now. Feels like there is a big hole in my life. And we weren't with him - he was due to go to the hospice the next morning, and the hospital staff didn't realise he had deteriorated so quickly; by the time the nurses phoned at 2am and I dashed to the ward, he'd already gone. I should have been there. And now I'm going through all the practical stuff, but at some point I know that I'll stop and realise just how much is now missing in my life.
