20/07/2026
While Spike Milligan famously ‘told you I was ill’ my dad didn’t tell us unfortunately. In retrospect, what we had thought was a bad back and general aged frailty over the last months was possibly hiding what he ended up being diagnosed with only a month before he died, severe heart failure. A month in hospital from living independently to not being here. Not as quick as some, but quick.
A month on I am still coming to terms with the reality, he never did. Every lucid conversation we had with him in hospital he wanted to know when he was going home, would he be able to drive again…. He was 87 so it shouldn’t have been shocking, yet it was. He seemed the most surprised of all.
The last two months have been reasonably foggy. Sorting through his things feels incredibly invasive. Organising funeral and wake. Learning all the things I’ve only theoretically talked about with clients up until this point. Professionally I’m learning loads.
What else I have discovered is the kindness of others. The generosity and offers of help from friends and colleagues, the absolute amazingness of my clients if I’ve needed to rearrange.
I am looking forward to 2 and a half weeks in one of my favourite places (France obvs) with my favourite people (Grays and Kemps). I’m looking forward to a bit more normality when I’m back, and catching up with those of you I’ve just not been in a place to catch up with. And I am going to write down everything I’ve learnt about the whole ‘death and everything after’ experience because it’s a bloomin’ minefield.