I lost my Dad on 17th of March. Me and my sisters have all been really struggling. We were all close growing up together and our Dad was our protector growing up with an abusive Mother. I’m so lost without him and it brings up so much stuff from my childhood now that he’s gone. All I can think about is all the things he’s missing out on and that he’s not here when I’m excited to tell him about the milestones and new things my developmentally delayed 2 year old is doing/learning. I’m in isolation with Covid and all I do is sit and think about him and miss him. It’s so hard, there’s so many things I’d have told him and talked to him about over the last month. Trying to figure out how to cope knowing he’s gone seems impossible. My sisters, brother in law, neices, nephews and my hubby and son went to Mums place for a roast last Sunday because we were planning to do a Sunday Roast with Dad but he passed on A Wednesday 2 days after we saw him last and my brother in law had Covid but didn’t know so we have all ended up with it, it feels like we weren’t ment to have a Sunday Roast without Dad.