Originally Posted by
Beadle
Thank you. But I’m actually OK.
I mean I’ve had a few wobbles (mainly when I’ve had to communicate back to people who are being nice to me), and there’ll doubtless be a few more of said wobbles, most notably at the funeral (which looks like it won’t be for another three and a half weeks).
But we’d all kind of gradually made our peace with losing Dad a while back. In fact we DID lose him at some unidentifiable point in the past few years. The man who was my father was not who we said goodbye to this week.
And there’s actually been some joy through this. We’ve been very together as a family, and a few moments have been very precious. Last night, my brother suddenly started crying while putting his kids to bed. His middle son (who is 4 years old, generally hilarious, fearless, clumsy and slightly insane) got out of bed, put his arm round my brother and just said “It’s alright, Daddy. I’m here.”