Thank you for your reply.
It was all very sudden, from the phone call to say he had been admitted to hospital, to time of death, 16 or so hours. I was there with him, with my mum and sister. I live a fair distance from them all, I moved away a few years ago so I'm glad I made it to him.
in the days after, I stayed at mums/sisters for a few days, came home (felt out the loop once home) then went back for the funeral.
I've come home and gone back to work - which I now think was too much too soon.
There's not been a day I haven't cried, hardly an hour if I'm honest.
I feel like not only am I grieving a father, but also worrying about mum. She has a great circle of friends, very active and full life but I am concerned about her evenings when time alone affects her thoughts. I've almost become obsessed with her welfare and making sure I contact her in the evenings.
I'm not sleeping very well, nor eating. and the feelings are simply overwhelming