Since dad died last Wednesday my day to day activities have changed radically. I am no longer phoning, emailing and writing to people to help organise dad’s life, nor am I speaking to him.
So, just at the moment there is a great big hole where these things used to be. The hole isn’t just about time through; there is a mental hole as I am not constantly thinking about his welfare.
But yet much of my time – maybe even more than before – has been spent on administration of dad’s body and estate: getting the Cause of death Certificate, registering the death, advising utility companies, pensions providers etc. takes a little time. Then there has been an appointment …
[example, as I am writing this the phone goes. The undertakers have let me know that while I gave them a suite and tie etc. for dad I forget to include a shirt and I need to drop that in today or tomorrow.]
… with the probate lawyer as well as the vicar; order of service decided upon and written, time and place of funeral (2.15pm July 1st); family and friends advised.
And so it seems to me that this past week has been simultaneously both empty and full, free and tied up.
It’s a funny old life isn’t it…..