My dad died on Monday from lung cancer with metastasis to spine and liver and fibrosis.
What is causing me distress is that im feeling okay today after 3 days. I expected to loose the plot as the last 5 months have been hell. I adored my dad and we were very close. If im honest I seem not sure I accept he's died even though I watched him take his last breath and have been to see him in the mortuary today. It's very bizarre and surreal
