My father passed away last Wednesday shortly after nine in the morning. Since I was his primary caregiver, I knew his time was short. It took my brother months to accept what I’d known for months. I did not try to push him to see what my daughter and I already knew. Instead, I gave him the time needed to grieve. My father had been bedridden since October 2021, and after our mom died on Mother’s Day of this year, he lost his desire to be around. It’s been tough to lose both parents a little over three months apart. Both parents had no health issues until the end of last year.
My brother and I are still processing everything. My brother and I are closer, so that’s a plus, and we talk/text several times daily, which is even better. I will say that now I finally have time to grieve. I honestly did not have too much time for that since I still was the primary caregiver for my father.
We had my father’s funeral on Monday, and now it seems I’m finally doing what my body has wanted to do, and that’s rest. I’m thankful for family, loved ones, and a fabulous boss/job. So much has happened over the past few months; there’s been new additions (mainly tech) and upcoming advancements. I’m hoping that I will now have the time to write on my websites and visit my virtual buddies.