I feel I should be sadder than this. I want it to be big waterworks etc (as I write that I have tears in my eyes). But somehow it won't come.
Partly its because I want to be there for Dad. Partly its because I've known this was coming, the logical part of my brain has told the emotional side that I would be crying for me, because there is no way I wanted Mum to have no life and no quality of life. Which lets face it she has had for 8 months and I know from when Nan was ill that Mum didn't want that.
I feel like an observer on my life at the mo.
I'm at work as I type this (I'll start at 7:30). I'll ring the funeral place at 9:30 and the Hospital to see when the death certificate is available. When I know that I'll arrange for an appointment with the registrar. I hope I can get that done today.
I'll be with Dad tonight. I don't think we'll be staying up to see the New Year in. I'll be tucked up with Marion Zimmer Bradley's "The Forbidden Tower".
I'm PC less tomorrow. So to all my readers Happy New Year.