The man I’ve spent the last 3+ years caring for died on Saturday morning. What a Sarsfield OSullivan was/is such a great force in my life, and I’m feeling a bit lost without him- and with all of the things I have to do. I’m the personal representative. Who knew that caskets came in so many styles, sizes and prices, or that people would be jockeying for position in the goings-on to prevent hurt feelings?
Well, okay, I did- but honestly, they can’t expect a guy who’s had three or four hours of sleep to make such important, eternal decisions- but they do.
And I did.
For better or worse, quite a lot is done. Not nearly enough, though. The grace in all of this is, I have some time to do this and really excellent support- parents, partner, friends- all fantastic.
Saying goodbye sucks, but having such people in my life in the first place really doesn’t. I mean really doesn’t.