One of my dad's jokes:- There's only one thing better than one cup of tea - two cups!
Yesterday I repeated the joke, when it got to the "two cups" he held up two fingers. I like to think that he knew what I was talking about and not telling me where to go! He, momentarily, had the twinkle in his eyes though.
Thank you for all your lovely comments, I haven't stopped crying and being on the phone yet today. I will have to sort out his flat he has been living in, his belongings, his finances, pay his bills etc. I have made an appointment at the funeral directors where a wonderful woman has took me under her wing and we will be sitting down discussing things next week. Then, while my head is relatively straight, I can focus on what I want for him. I have been sorting out the music today, tears streaming, checking lyrics for anything inappropriate. He loved Ella Fitzgerald so I have chosen Dream a Little Dream of Me with Loius Armstrong. Along with ELO Mr. Blue Sky, which reminds me so much of him when I was a child.
It is hard because at times being my dad he could be quite hurtful and other times lovely so I have conflicting feelings sometimes although at the moment I would give anything just to be watching The Chase with him and having a brew.
I have phoned my mum and sister yesterday but received no call back. I text my brother, telling him but nothing, (he has never got on with my dad). I am left to do all this alone. My son has been very supportive, even though I do say on here he is awful sometimes, he has been fantastic over this. He likes my dad, gets on well with him. My daughter, I don't think, ever said two words to my dad, ever, so that relationship wasn't a goer nor with her two children. He's only ever seen photos of them. So, with a very disjointed family to deal with, it feels like a minefield to do the right thing informing/inviting people, newspaper announcement or who to include or not. I do want to do a newspaper announcement as he had a lot of workmates so I want them to have the opportunity to see it and to pay respects. He loved his work.
Can I just mention too, that he received a bravery award from the town we live in for going up against drug dealers wielding a samari sword, causing him a heart attack. This was in 2007 and, as I have no copy of it, have been on the phone to the newspaper for a copy of this article reporting it so that it can be framed for the funeral. Something to be proud of, don't you think? 