My dad passed away yesterday. It wasn’t sudden nor a shock – he’d been on end-of-life care since Christmas 2024 – but he was my daddy, and I’m deeply saddened.
Diane and I went to the care home yesterday to organise a few things. Death comes with an awful lot of paperwork! We were asked if we’d like to see him. After a short debate – I think we were both very nervous – we did go in.
He was in bed, washed and dressed in clean pyjamas, and I know it’s cliché, but he really did look like he was just asleep. He’d obviously passed while he was asleep and had gone easily. I felt the weirdest combination of relief and grief. He had been in so much pain. To see him beyond that…
Both Dad and Mum have funeral plans in place, so there shouldn’t be a massive expense. Or at least I hope not. I’m not sure what he’d actually planned, but I guess we’ll find out.
As Mum has Alzheimer’s, Di is the executor of the will and also has power of attorney. The house goes to her. Quite right, too. I don’t think there’s anything in particular of Dad’s that I want. He gifted me his car at the start of 2024 as he could no longer drive – and if that is all I get, then it’s more than enough. Being independently mobile has changed my life.
Not sure there’s much more to say, so I’ll leave this update with a photo of me aged about 11, with Mum and Dad, somewhere in the Peak District (I think!)
