My dad died on the 26th of November just 8 weeks after being diagnosed with bowel cancer. I didn't even have time to process the diagnosis before all of a sudden we were told it was inoperable and had spread to the liver and lungs and then shortly after that told that he had 3 months to live at the most. He was due to have chemo but picked up an infection a couple of days before he was due to start and never got well enough. It feels like one minute he was here and then he was gone. It was so so quick. His funeral took place 2 days ago and now it's really hit me. I can't quite grasp that I'm never going to see him again. I'm broken and I'm struggling to cope.
