Dad's passing felt surreal. It still does. He was larger than life and very much our rock. Mum is taking it very hard. They have (had) been married for 54 years and 10 months and did nearly everything together. It has been hard for her these last 12 months, but she at least had him there to hold hands and hug. The hardest thing for her is that she will no longer see him in the flesh.
Tuesday and Wednesday were hard, organising the funeral etc, but at least we had people popping in and lots of hugs, happy memories and tears together. Thursday was perhaps the hardest. Everything was organised and we hardly saw anyone. On top of that, it was my birthday, and Mum wrote out her first card just from her. That led to more crying.
DH and DD were travelling up that day, too, but had to leave late as my gorgeous darling 15 and a half year old cat, Minka, was very sick and needed to go to the vet's first.
The vet decided he needed to put her on a drip and run blood tests and xrays.
Dad's cremation was Friday - a beautiful small family only service, though lots of tears.
After the service, we had a phone call from the vet, asking for permission to operate on Minka, but letting us know that she may not survive the surgery.
Dad's celebration service was held at his church that afternoon. The church was packed with people honouring my dad. It was a beautiful service and certainly gave us some peace.
Later that afternoon, we had word from the vet that my beautiful loving companion had passed away. That was so hard to hear. The worst of it was that i had not been there for her and had not seen her for over a week.
For 15 and a half years, she has been my constant companion around the house and in the office, choosing to sleep wherever i was working. Coming home last night and not being greeted by her was so hard, and today, i keep expecting her to walk in and meow at me that she wants her salmon.
This afternoon, i will go over and collect her body and bring her home to be buried.