My dad died.

Months ago, back in June – I was there, I held his hand.  My sister and I were with him pretty much 24/7 for his last 10 days, then when his breathing changed I knew.  The carers in the nursing home had explained what would happen.  My sister had just drifted off to sleep moments before, I woke her and we both said goodbye.

I broke a little at 2am on Sunday 5th June and I’m not sure how to fix myself.  I feel like I don’t really know who I am anymore and I don’t know who I can talk to that will understand.

I just needed to find a safe place to write it down.  I’m not really a fan of over sharing on Social Media and not great at reaching out to friends and family for help – I’m like my dad that way.

He was one of my best friends and I was one of his.  I miss him more than I knew possible.

I just feel sad, pretty much all the time.