On the 12th january my dad took his last breath, he'd only been ill a total of 8weeks, diagnosed with CUP (cancer of unknown primary) for just over 3 weeks. He was only 68. I was extremely close with my dad, I was a daddy's girl still at 36. I cant seem to process the fact im never gonna see him again, never gonna hear his voice. My children are never gonna see their bampy again,  my dad idolised them and vice versa. I've lost people before but losing a parent hits differently. My mam also has terminal cancer. I dont really know the point of this post bit I am really struggling with getting up each morning, I dream of him, wake up then remember hes gone and it hits me all over again. How do people get through times like these. Sorry  I sound so selfish, I know I am not the first person and definitely won't be the last to go through this but will I get through it?