I was there when my stepdad passed from Pancreatic cancer. I was holding his hand. It still doesn't seem real. In fact, it seems less real as time passes. The whole thing seems like a horrible dream. I see him in his coffin in my dreams and wake up like it's a nightmare.
It's been 6 weeks. There are so many things I want to tell him.
I've been signed off work this week for recurrent strep - my immune system isn't coping. I've never had more than a day off work before.
Anyone else struggling?