Dad slipped into a peaceful sleep, and died ….. last night.
I have had a day at home today, to handle phone calls, book flights, receive a beautiful bunch of flowers, and just generally absorb the news.
We are now in the throes of organising the funeral, and I remember just how much of a trauma that was with Isabeau, so I am working hard to not let the process upset me with this one. I am not rushing, and I keep reminding myself that I don’t have to rush through the plans.
Thankyou to everyone who helped me get through the stress of dealing with the grasping relatives. Now to fend off the well-meaning ones who want to butt into the funeral arrangements.
