Lost 12lbs since the start of this journey and then this happened. Ice cream and gin all around while my brother and I try to get everything organised. I haven’t broken just yet but I know I will when I see him go beyond the curtain. Right now we’re just trying to wrap our heads around everything. It was so sudden. His eyes were open. I couldn’t look until he was in the body bag. I saw his legs through the crack in the living room door and that was enough. My brother said his eyes were open and he looked awful. I had a moment with my best friend to go over my worst, most morbid thoughts about how he went, but I don’t want to dredge them up here and entertain them all over again. It’s horrible. He’s gone now, he’s no longer in any pain, and that’s the comfort I need to focus on right now. No more pain for you, Dad.
I’ve had the biggest headache since this all happened. Can’t wait for it to go away. At least I’ve been sleeping somewhat okay. Need my game face on. Need to be strong.
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