My dad passed away on the 10th March 2016 from pancreatic cancer. It was the worst cancer I have ever seen, it ruined my fit and healthy dad, who I honestly believed was invincible. Not in a childish way, but I just thought he was made of the strong stuff, he'd out live us all. His mum is 93 and still going strong, I thought he would too. His illness warped my whole perception of life, it was like that feeling of finding out Father Christmas isn't real but on an adult scale, and I don't know what reality is any more.
I am in denial still, I get waves of sadness, but I push them away so hard because the denial is better, more comforting. When I'm in denial I think he's still here and I'll see him soon. I dread the day that the realness hits me, I'm honestly not prepared and I don't know what is normal?