I guess you will realise that i have not blogged in some time.
Well some may realise that my father had terminal cancer.
I was with him in his last 5 days of life helping with the personal care he needed.
It was not nice and i never let myself see him as a dying man.
I still took the mick out of him and still smacked his head.
The last 2 days of his life were the worst, i cannot believe that he was given 6 to 12 months and was gone in just over 4.
Myself, me mum, sisters, their partners, his gf, and other friends were there when he passed away.
It was the worst thing i had ever seen, i have seen other people die in the care jobs i have done.
But my own dad who i only just got to know was just awful.
My family have taken it hard.
I did cry then kept it all together during his funeral.
It was the most amazing funeral i had ever seen and a mass turnout, we did my dad proud.
A few days later we scattered his ashes in the river that he loved.
It was a lovely day.
Now is the time where i must try to move on from it as i want to get back to ome normality, but i get a lil sad and start to think about my dad when i should remember him in better times not the worst.
I think as i start making plans and try to enjoy life like my dad wanted me to, i will get there.
Any ideas on how maybe better to cope?