So, I posted a couple of weeks back about my Dad dying and how confused and divided I felt about it.
Well the funeral happened. It was truly awful, in that 10 people attended, all family as he had no friends, and all there for my Mum not him - and nobody knew what to say. My Mum asked me as the eldest to say a few words, and I managed to produce a few trite cliches regarding his legacy of 3 children and 4 grandchildren of whom he could be proud etc etc ( shame he wasn't proud of them,but what can you do) and that I hoped he was happier now wherever he was than he had been on this earth. I think Mum appreciated the fact that anything at all was said and how hard it was to find anything positive to say.
When I came back from Mum's, (she lives 200 miles from me) I suddenly felt extremely low and depressed - probably because I was tired, emotionally and physically - from the travelling, the numerous tasks and chores that surround a death and from trying to keep my Mum's chin up.
And you know what? I read all your comments again. And again, And they all made such sense. And suddenly, not only my mind knew they were true but my heart did too. And I feel so much better. And relieved that he's gone. And not guilty about that relief. And happy for my Mum too because she can now have a bit of a life before it's her time - and she plans on selling up and moving to my town to be near me and my kids - get to know them properly, and that makes me so happy for her and them because she is a lovely lady...and in her own words, "He (Dad) took the best of me, Becks". What remains of her life she can now spend as she pleases. So - I guess I can thank him for that too.
So thank you thank you thank you to all of you. The words thank you seem so inadequate, but I truly love you all dearly for your help and inspiration.