I hope this doesn't upset anyone or anything but I really feel I just need to write this down. Some of you may know that my Dad was diagnosed with terminal cancer last April. He had a course of chemo and by Christmas was looking really quite healthy. Since Christmas he just went downhill, even more so over the last few weeks. By Friday we had to have him sedated as he kept trying to get out of bed but his legs just couldn't support him - he was so thin it was shocking. We had nurses in and out all day Friday and Saturday including night-sits so that Mum could get some rest - these people do such a fantastic job. Yesterday morning I was woken up by Mum ringing my mobile saying that the nurse had woken her and that Dad was fading fast. We rushed over but by the time we got there he had already gone. I'm just so glad I told him I loved him the night before. It was heartbreaking to see Mum sobbing and hugging him. Even though we had been preparing ourselves for this for a long time, it doesn't make it any easier. We're just pleased he's not suffering anymore, noone should have to go through what he did.
To make things even harder I had a call Friday to say my dress is in for me to have my first fitting. I'm so glad Dad was with me when I picked my dress as I know that he's seen it and loved it.
I hope noone minds me posting this, it all still feels surreal and like a bad dream.
