Last week saw the first anniversary of my Dad’s death, so after flying back in to Sydney last Monday I flew home (my childhood home) to spend the rest of the week with Mum. I worry about her, I’m not sure she’s coping very well, but who is to know? Death of a loved one affects people so differently, and when it is your life partner (or, I imagine, your child) it is so much worse. So I just give hugs and hold her hand when she wants to or get into bed with her before I go to bed, like I used to do when I was a child.
Me, I cry a lot more than I used to. Mainly for lost opportunities – you know, Dad would have loved this, Dad will never get to see our house renovations, Dad won’t get to see his grandkids grow up, that sort of thing.
I miss my Dad.