Here I am, stuck between Christmas and new year, surrounded by Christmas paraphernalia and sympathy cards. Too shocked to process my grief, trying to organise a funeral and understand the logistics of a legal system which is currently unable to allow me to register my fathers sudden death.
Thirteen years after the long and painful process of loosing my mother, my ever present, kind, eccentric, vivacious and adventurous father is suddenly gone. I am bereft.
January looms, bleaker than usual.
The Frank Journals 