Thanks all. The last two days have been fuckin horrible. I keep imagining him in that state.
Those of you who know me well enough know I'm an empath - so I even feel what he felt. Two nights ago I couldn't sleep, I was consumed by a darkness so deep I couldn't see anything even with eyes wide open. When I got the call in the morning, that all made sense.
It comes in waves - I'm oscillating between rage, despair and cold detachment, none of which are emotionally healthy.
I'm so angry that he didn't even say goodbye - he just did it - almost spitefully, kinda, "Fuck youse all - I'm gonna do THIS.................*slice, slice, swing*.............."
But then the rational part of me says it wasn't like that. He was so deep in despair and hopelessness that he didn't have space to consider anyone else in that moment. I get that. But it still......fuckin......hurts........
51 years I tried to get close to my dad, 51 years I tried to establish an authentic and deep connection. It's so disappointing and upsetting that he was never up to the task - my father - the man who's meant to be a role model - failed at that. And yes, I judge him for it. Cos as I type this I'm angry. And confused.
I've had messages from people who knew him, saying how much of a difference he made to their lives, the former alcoholics he's helped, the homeless charity whose website he built, the amateur pensioner rockers he formed various bands with......and they all speak glowingly of a compassionate, empathetic, smart, intelligent, witty and loving man.
WHERE'S THAT FOR ME?!
So. Yeah. That hurts.
I'm about to board a plane (the rigmarole behind that is for another thread!!!) to come back to the UK for the first time in three years. I never thought it would be for this reason.
Thank you all for the messages - as some of you have predicted, my emotions are all over the place.
My partner has been amazing - she dropped everything two days ago to stay with me - to hold me when rage and grief kicked in, to support me when I couldn't lift a finger to do anything, to help keep my emotions in check when trying to navigate the mind-blowing fuckwittery behind the bureaucracy of travel in these times. I don't know what I'd do without her - yet she can't travel with me - so I feel very, very alone.......thankfully my longest-standing friends are at the other end of the flight - and at least in the UK you can hug again..........right? You can, can't you?? Have pretty much all the restrictions been lifted now....? What version is it today? I'll check the covid thread......anyway, Evelyn, you rock my world.....
Now I have a funeral to plan