5 weeks ago my lovely Dad died after a 10 month battle with cancer. Although we all knew it was coming, he went to bed on the Thursday eve seeming ok and couldn't get up on the Friday. After 4 long days he passed away on the Monday, in his home with Mum & I by his side.
Amongst sadness, I felt initial relief that he didn't have to suffer anymore and sought comfort that he was in his own home, as he wanted, and that I've been so very blessed to have him as the most incredible Dad. In the initial weeks I hardly cried, although I wanted to and managed to carry on to everyone's surprise.
After the funeral, over the last few weeks I'm finding it so much harder. At times i feel im going a little crazy and have reached the stage where im just really missing him. Although I know how much they care, I'm finding it hard to seek support from my friends and family as they get on with their lives. I want to be able to reflect over the last 10 months with them, especially how tough his final days were. I'm conscious that none of them have lost a parent, that they may not know what to say and I don't know how much I should be sharing/how to reach out.
Has anyone else felt like this?