Me other halves Dad died last Wednesday. We lived with him and her Mum (still live with her Mum - Bought their house).
Gotta be honest, the only other people who have died close to me is my Nan and Grandad and as they were old and it was expected you just seem to deal with it, but this is fucking hard.
Its his funeral tomorrow in St Marys, in West Derby Village. I went to see him tonight with my Mrs, 1 of her sisters and her Mum. He looked liked a fucking Mafia Don in his suit and looked more healthier than when he was alive.
Don't know why Im telling you all this but I just need to get it out there. He was a top, top man of the highest order. Worked all his life and got the big casino a couple of years ago.
Its mad the way you react to death to a loved one. I have found myself looking at people who live in my road who have never worked in their entire life and just scrounge off society. I also think of the Smackheads and pissheads I am going to see hanging around Hatton Garden next week when I got back to workl. I look at people like this and think that they wouldnt be missed if they had popped their cloggs instead of a decent, hardworking man. But it doesn't work like that does it.
Life - Death. Its just part of the system isnt it.