Family Matters
Wednesday, March 7th, 2007 10:34 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
caddymanI had planned to go home on Friday to see Dad in hospital; I hadn't seen him since New Year's Day and as I mentioned a while back he'd taken a fall and was in hospital. I spoke to Mum and Barbie at lunchtime and both agreed that he was looking perkier; what with my preoccupations with that bloody jacket and getting it delivered I even considered going home to visit on Saturday.
As it turns out, I am going tomorrow morning. But too late to see Dad.
I had a phone call from my brother-in-law at twenty to five this afternoon suggesting that I catch the earliest train home. In the event Dad died ten minutes later while I was on the Underground trying to get back in the bloody rush hour with all the dim wits I so assiduously try to avoid in better times. I found out the news a little over an hour later.
Elle has been lovely, she packed a bag for me and sorted all that out while I was coming home. I'm still here because frankly I was too cut up after talking to sundry family members on the phone. I couldn't face sitting on a train for three hours trying to pretend that my eyes weren't red from crying. So I shall go home tomorrow. In the meantime I have found the best way of coping is to do and think about just about anything else while the reality sinks in. I'm not made of stern enough stuff for this sort of thing and I need to marshal my resources.
I shall be out of contact for a few days; I'll see you on the other side when the new skin has started growing.
As it turns out, I am going tomorrow morning. But too late to see Dad.
I had a phone call from my brother-in-law at twenty to five this afternoon suggesting that I catch the earliest train home. In the event Dad died ten minutes later while I was on the Underground trying to get back in the bloody rush hour with all the dim wits I so assiduously try to avoid in better times. I found out the news a little over an hour later.
Elle has been lovely, she packed a bag for me and sorted all that out while I was coming home. I'm still here because frankly I was too cut up after talking to sundry family members on the phone. I couldn't face sitting on a train for three hours trying to pretend that my eyes weren't red from crying. So I shall go home tomorrow. In the meantime I have found the best way of coping is to do and think about just about anything else while the reality sinks in. I'm not made of stern enough stuff for this sort of thing and I need to marshal my resources.
I shall be out of contact for a few days; I'll see you on the other side when the new skin has started growing.