Father passed away yesterday afternoon. So many reading this will know about the flurry of phone calls and bits of paper and confusion and grief that is happening here. I was reading Ecclesiastes to father yesterday morning, and there is truly nothing new under the sun.
Bear is doing okay. We all are. I am not going to lie, I am bewildered and lost. I shouldn't be, it was no surprise. The doctors had been clear. I am still working on it. But we are doing okay. Bear knows it is okay to be sad and okay to be happy. He has no living grandparents now. It is tough for him and he will be hearing far too many of the phone calls as it is in the middle of the summer holidays. I suppose it gives him space to grieve. Food, clean clothes and cuddles will continue to be provided for bear and DH and I will sort things out, small step by small step. It looks like it may be several weeks before the funeral. I'll be in limbo until then. So expect random posts, crazed forays onto eBay, ramblings and, well, business as usual.
I found these two poems encapsulate the entire gamut of the experience for me. Funeral Blues by WH Auden and Death in Leamington by John Betjeman
Thanks again for all the support. It has been amazingly helpful and comforting.