Disoriented and Sad

My Dad died on Saturday.

I couldn’t say anything before because we wanted to contact all our relatives first.

I mean, the chances that any of them would see this blog are practically zero but still.

Dad had been unwell for a long time but I honestly thought he would go on forever, perhaps getting more and more frail and more and more curmudgeonly but hanging on despite all odds.

But I was wrong.

And now I feel like I misunderstood something fundamental about the world and I haven’t quite recalibrated yet.

It is positively disorienting.