Death ...again

Once again I come to blog about death, and this time it's more personal. This time I am not blogging about thoughts on death, but blogging because of death, a death in my family.
Losing family is possibly the hardest thing to come to terms with in life, but I think I am doing fine myself. I can't begin to describe thoughts that crossed my mind when I found that my father had died. I won't go in to the morbid details of where and when my mother and I found out, but emotion would burst in to my mind, crash through my eyes and leave my body in the form of tears. You simply cannot hold that back, and really, you shouldn't either. As I've mentioned in my earlier blogs, I often wonder how people will think of me when I die, but I don't think my father ever ad the same insecurities, but how would I know?
The story of my father is troubled, and most recently, he has had a stroke and been stuck in the confines of a bed and chair at our local nursing home, where care is just a word. I think despite his lowered cerebral competence, I truly believe that the stroke allowed him to re-evaluate what were (in his heart) the most important things to him - his family.
I will be taking these thoughts with me throughout his funeral and the coming week so that I can have comfort in the fact that death brings people together and that his family will be travelling from mainland Europe to be here in England for him, and for us.