"How lucky I am to have had something that makes saying goodbye so hard."
(Piglet to Pooh Bear)
Beth sent this in an email to Dad yesterday and it made such an impact on me I had to Google it. Isn't it lovely?
Thank you, thank you so very much for all the lovely comments yesterday. Some I answered more than others but, in truth, every single comment was appreciated and made a hard day a bit easier, like a supportive hug. So thank you to every one of you.
Yesterday was a weird day. Lack of sleep didn't help but the difference between knowing that Mum would never be able to come home again (Dad would not have been able to care for her) and finally believing that she won't is a very wide gulf that we both had to leap over. In the morning, we both stumbled in our own ways when landing, but picked ourselves up and kept busy.
Dad did some communicating while I started sorting some of Mum's things out (with his agreement, obviously). It was hard but it means Dad won't have to do so much. As agreed several weeks ago, I was able to find some clothes that I will be able to use. The rest will be offered to various other close friends and what is left will go to the local charity shop. In due course, of course.
I'm coming home today. I'll leave it until the afternoon but Dad will be busy with the legalities and practicalities of a death and wants to do them himself. The hospital gave us a very informative and helpful information booklet so he knows just what to do and where to do it. I'll finish off the last bit of washing and ironing and he has plenty of food, etc. Beth should be there when I get home, which will be lovely.
Thank you again, everyone, and I will finish with something I usually start with:
A pinch and a punch
For the first of the month
But no April Fooling for me today!