Losing My Dad

Dad wedding

Dad wedding

Now here is a chapter that I never thought I would write so soon.

Earlier this month, on 4 September 2018, my dad died. It was sudden. His health had been deteriorating over the past few years, he had parkinson’s disease and had some heart issues, but none of us thought he would go so bloody soon.

On the Friday, he was at home fixing a problem with the phones, on Saturday he saw the doctor, on Sunday he was blue lighted to hospital and diagnosed with pneumonia, and on Tuesday he passed away.

I feel like I’m so used to writing about grief that I just don’t really know where to start with this.

When my husband died I was kind of prepared, we knew it was coming and we talked and talked about it until we felt we’d said all that we could.

Losing my dad has been completely different; of course it’s a different relationship and the consequences are different, but that doesn’t mean it’s any easier or more difficult to deal with.

I think to be honest it still hasn’t sunk in, I’ve had really down days but I think I’m still waiting for a massive crash to happen. I know it will, because that’s how it works. It’ll be when I least expect it, like on the train (actually that did happen the other day when I burst into tears on the way home from Leeds, much to the alarm of my fellow passengers) or when I’m in a meeting at work or something.

Dad's flowers in paper

Dad photo shelf

These waves, or ambushed I like to call them, are something I know about because I’ve lived with them for three years now, since I lost my husband and possibly before that, from the moment we found out he was terminally ill.

They come and they make you feel horrendous, helpless and alone, but once they pass they leave you feeling ever so slightly lighter and relieved.

Every time I go to my parents’ house it feels weird not seeing dad there, not hearing his voice, seeing his smiling face and the joy he had when my kids ran up and hugged him.

What’s difficult too is seeing my mum so sad, watching her go through a similar thing to me, only without the preparation that I had. I hope I kind of know what she needs and how to give her space and time to process things. I know she won’t believe me because I never did, but it will get easier even though you never get over it.

I remember the best things my friends could do for me were cook for me, taking some of that daily stress away, make me laugh and give me time to be on my own. Knowing people are there to talk to is just as comforting as actually talking, and I was lucky in that I had close friends around me who understood when I needed space and when I needed people.

It sounds pretty sinister, I know, but pain becomes a part of life in the end and like most other things, you just get used to it.

I feel like this is so difficult to write and maybe not what my mum wants to read, so I’ll just tell you a bit about my dad and what a kind and funny man he was.

A few weeks ago at his funeral, my sister and I shared the writing and reading of his eulogy, and I want to leave you with an excerpt now. Not the stuff about his life and growing up, but the stuff about my relationship with him and how it evolved.

Dad and Sam

From dad’s eulogy…

“Family was all important to dad and he took great joy in helping all of us, adoring all the grandchildren, and appreciating their sense of humour and fun.

“The John on the surface was a relatively reserved, quiet man with a kind and generous spirit and a talent for gluing things back together.

“Not just literally either; he wasn’t one for an argument, he’d rather just forget about things, move on and say Que Sera. I like to think the laid back side of my character comes from him; and I also have him to thank for my love of music, a near-the-knuckle joke and a strong gin and tonic.

“He always had a fun-loving, witty side to him which would see him making amusing comments about people, life and stressful situations.

“I remember so many of our family holidays – from camping in rainy Wales to villas in Spain with my auntie, uncle and cousins.

“But there is a moment in life when your relationship changes with your parents, and you go from being the child to seeing your mum and dad as human beings, in more than just their roles as providers, nurturers and teachers.

“I remember when this moment happened for me and dad, and that was sitting in a restaurant in Florence on our last holiday as a family of four.

“Katie and I were teenagers or perhaps in our early 20s, and we holidayed almost as four grown-ups, taking in the Italian art, culture and food and making the most of our parents’ generosity before we realised we had to start paying for flights and hotel stays ourselves!

“So, Dad and I had had a few riojas and he was telling me a story – which is sketchy to me now – but was something about a Romany caravan in his teenage years.

“I hope some of his friends may fill me in on this later…”

They did, by the way, and it was hilarious!

The service was beautiful, a perfect send-off, including songs from the Steeton Male Voice Choir he sang with and a poem read by my children and my sister’s. The flowers, as you can see, were so pretty too and I’ve tried to press some of them to keep forever.

I’m aware I write a lot about death and grief and I hope by confronting it and making it a part of life it might make it easier for others to understand. It’s something we’ll all experience, only some sooner than others I suppose.

As an aside, my next post will be about the good news I had last week, which was that I won a blogging award! My first one, and I know dad would be so proud of me.

Until then, much love,

x Julia

Dad's flowers

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    October 9, 2018 at 3:31 pm

    I feel like I could have written that myself I too lost my mum very suddenly in the early hours of 4th September to pneumonia and I too am waiting for the ‘crash’ to come.
    Sending gentle hugs to you xxxx

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    Carol Lysaght
    October 9, 2018 at 4:29 pm

    Julia so sorry to hear your sad news. Sending big hug and thoughts xxx

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    October 9, 2018 at 5:25 pm

    So sorry to hear thos news Julia. Sending love to you all, i’m sure you will be such a support to your mum. Congratualtions on your much deserved award as well x x

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    October 9, 2018 at 7:48 pm

    Oh Julia! I couldn’t read this is one sitting losing a parent is the worst. And, I know you have suffered so much loss already. I hope in writing this you can set that grief free – losing my dad still comes over me in waves (when I hear a song on the radio,when I want to ask him a stupid question and I can’t call his number) and we both know it will for you too. I send you virtual hugs, love and strength – dear Julia am sure your dad would be so proud of this beautiful post and one day you will be able to look back on it and smile without tears xxx

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    October 9, 2018 at 8:01 pm

    He sounds like such a wonderful man and I’m so sorry he’s gone. He’s left a wonderful legacy behind. Lots of love to you Julia xx

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    Beth @ Twinderelmo
    October 9, 2018 at 10:18 pm

    Your Dad sounds bloody ace

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    Isabella mckay
    October 10, 2018 at 8:53 am

    Do sad for your loss, you dad was a very lucky man to have a wonderful relationship with his children and grandchildren, nothing can take away the memories as af a caring, loving family.. take care of each other and relive some of your memories.

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    October 26, 2018 at 2:18 pm

    Hi Julia,
    Sorry to hear about your loss. Your dad has been amazing. Keep those memories and make some more with your mom, family, friends and loved ones.
    You deserved the blogging award, cheers to that!

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