Apologies for being AWOL for a week or so. Last Saturday at 3.15 in the morning I got a phone call from the hospital to say my dad had just passed away. As a result, this week, as you can imagine, has been a hell of a time: supporting my mum (after breaking the news to her), organising the funeral, sorting out official paperwork and all the other paperwork, cancelling / postponing all my paid work, taking Ben for history dept open day at Sheffield Uni on Wed followed by CAMHS on Thurs - followed by Ben deciding he was 'too sick' to go away with the young people from church this weekend, a trip that would have done him the world of good socially.
Oh, and to end the week, husband and I had a hell of a row - about Ben being 'sick' and crying out of the weekend, about Ben kicking off with something that closely resembled the ED rage / going to pieces / self loathing that we'd become so familiar with over the past 2.5 years: my fault, apparently, for being "too soft with him".
So not a good week really.
If I could choose what to do today I think it would be this:
And definitely no more paperwork or reminders of the ED.
Some people might think it a bit strange, but the best bit of the week, in a curious way, was going to see my dad last weekend in the hospital's chapel of rest. Just him and me, dad looking much the same as when he was fast asleep - and he'd spent most of his last few days asleep. I stroked his cheek, brushed back his hair and had a good long chat with him.
I told him not to worry because everything was under control - mum, the bills, his finances, appointments, etc. As someone that always liked to be in control of things and do everything correctly and thoroughly, he would have been reassured by that.