Death happens to us all. However you anticipate, desire it or don’t believe it’s ever going to happen, it’s devastating when it’s people closest to you.

I’ll try not to string out a load of cliches but my funny, inventive and inspiring dad has passed away. He died over a period, perhaps a year, and the last few months were brutal.

And now he’s gone.

His body was washed and cleaned with chemicals so his body can be examined over the next few months by future healthcare professionals in the local university.

They will examine him and make estimates of which long-running ailment eventually caused his death. It’s possible the combination of different Class 2, end-of-life medications gave him pneumonia, which contributed to the breathlessness he suffered, for months. Maybe we’ll find out?

In the future we will be given the chance to meet those future medics and hear their findings. For now, it is too soon. We are too raw, too traumatised and so we deal with it in our own ways.

Endless tidying and throwing away useless items.

Endless admin and following lists.

Endless decisions of what do with ‘things’.

Endlessly grateful for the love from our family and his and our friends.

RIP 🖤🖤🖤

GWL may be quiet for a bit.