A little over an hour ago my mother called me to let me know my father had died this morning. I have made all my arrangements and I am going up to where they lived tomorrow. Kind of leaves this afternoon as the most bizarre void. What do you do? I guess just get on with it.
I've been expecting his death for some time. His health had been failing for years and he was 76 years old - he'd lived longer than any of us had ever expected.
Also I cannot claim to have been all that close to him. My family is not one of those tightly interwoven families, it's not something we've ever done. Family get togethers just do not feature.
But he was my father. It leaves a hole...