I visited my dad‘s grave today and put on flowers. 
My mum is interred there too. My dad died of awful oesophageal cancer two years ago today. I hoped that the sadness I experience every day would have lessened a little in two years. But I still feel as sad as the day he died sometimes. I keep thinking of what he went through. And I just can’t control my crying and sobbing at times. My mum died last year, having caught a nasty tummy bug in hospital. And her care was appalling in hospital. So her death and the six weeks before was really traumatic as well. I still can’t believe they’ve both gone, even though they had long lives at 89 and 87. But their age doesn’t matter. They were my mum and dad and now they are gone. It was surreal looking at the grave today. I haven’t been able to go for about six months. It’s quite a long way away from home. I so miss my mum and dad that it hurts my heart and chest. Is time really a healer?
