My dear Dad died suddenly in his sleep on 30th September, just two weeks short of his 92nd birthday. I had been his carer in increasing stages over 3 years, this was after being Mum’s for over 3 years.
I was dreading Christmas, I’m only just getting used to living in my own, but I spent most of the day after Church on my own. My wish and I got through it.
I was so busy, or kept myself so since he died I’ve reached the point of “what do I do now” I am an only child, never married and never had children. Now it’s just me. Finding the future a bit daunting, but hopeful I will survive this total change in my life.
I still feel so very tired, seems that I have sleep deprivation to catch up on, but my main problem is the guilt that maybe I didn’t care for them enough. They were my life. So what now I ask myself.