The day came. After a very quick decline... I was told it would be quick... but at the time it felt like forever. It's only now 5 days later, when I've actually looked at the calendar that I realise how quick-only after several people telling me . I asked for the nurses to make it as quick as possible, my dad shouldn't have to ask me, "How long?" After 3 days sat by his bed and telling him I was OK and he could go, that he needed to rest and not be suffering, he waited until I fell asleep before passing away on Saturday morning. I have heard this happens and have no idea whether it was intentional or not. So from his diagnosis to now it has been 7 weeks. How can that happen? In addition to that, my mum's partner was diagnosed a year ago to the day my dad was. After a huge battle and excruciating treatment, he too has passed away today. I feel as though this is all happening, but not to me. Let alone my children who have asked me to contact their teacher again .. And to say I am not kidding! They are so strong it is unbelievable. I don't know who to think of or where I should be. I don't want to let anyone down, dead or alive. Does that make any sense?! I know I'll get through this and I know everyone will tell me whatever I do is right Think I just needed to empty my head a bit.
Kate. X