Onthe 10th March i lost my dad, my whole world seems to have crumbled yet im not allowed to cry because im told its just torturing myself more. My dad was my world and it hasnt been easy at all. No one seems to understand how it feels, i have this constant pain in my chest and head that wont go away. Ive just returned to work and its been very difficult as people around me say it will help and people at work say its far to early i need to grieve. I have to wait till im alone to cry and pretend im strong all day long, i cant focus, driving to work hurts because as ill as my dad was i would phone to see if he was ok every morning, dinner and on my way home prior to going to see him yet he would always say he was 110% how are you. If you are ok so am i. He was always the one id turn too especially if i felt like this cause he would always make me feel better. Im really torn and cant deal with this pain anymore. He was only 60... the nicest guy in the world put others first, if he had a £1 to his name he would give that away in a heartbeat to someone else even if he needed it himself.
