What happened next
I’m home again. At 2.30 the morning after my last post, my Mum called to tell me Dad had passed away. It was unexpected. He’d had a major operation four weeks earlier but was recovering and doing well. The cause was a massive heart attack due to internal bleeding. It was so… shocking.
So I have been at Mum’s place for the past two weeks to plan and attend the funeral. And to be there for her. It’s been a difficult time, especially as one family member was more interested in money and paperwork for my ill Grandmother, which Dad was looking after. Most people have been wonderfully supportive though and Mr W&C has been a star. I don’t know what we would’ve done without him. I am so pleased with the change in his attitude to our relationship compared to earlier in the year.
I came home yesterday and I’m ready to start building a post-work, post-Dad life. Dad was going to help me with starting my own business and he was so keen. We were waiting until he got better though. I believe he will still be around though, guiding me. The event confirmed to me that I did make the right decision leaving work. If I hadn’t, I never would’ve spent his final week with him and Mum. I’m now determined to make a good shot at working for myself. I just have to get back into a routine. And detox from the last few weeks – there’s been a large consumption of ice cream, biscuits and wine and no gym. The house is also in desperate need of some cleaning, the garden is rampant and there is nothing in the fridge.
It’s funny how the things which can bore you and you hate doing can become so comforting in the times when it feels like everything is out of control.
