Wednesday, 11 April 2012
Last week my heart was broken and it is going to take a long time for my heart to heal. I know that it will never fully be fixed but it will get easier and that is what I am holding onto. That, and the fact I need to stay strong and be here for my kids.
On Thursday, March 29th at 8.30am my Dido died.
When my phone rang at 4.41am I knew it was not going to be good news, unless mum was drunk and drunk calling me.........
I could barely understand what she was saying but I managed to get something about Dido taking a turn, I told her I would be at the hospital as soon as I could.
I threw on whatever clothes I could find (and I would wear these clothes for the next 36 hours), jumped into the car and drove straight to the Royal Adelaide Hospital. When I arrived at 5am I found my Mum and Baba and we went in together. I still had no idea what had happened but was praying that everything was going to be ok as soon as Dido saw Baba.
Oh how wrong I was.....
I will save you guys all the details but my beloved Dido had stopped breathing around 3am and they resusitated him but had a ventilator breathing for him.
We were taken to a room and told of the full extend of what had occured and what it ment. We were given time to sit with him and say out good byes.
All I could keep thinking was "This was never ment to happen, you were ment to live forever!"
The next week every waking moment was filled with family at my grand parents house.
My Baba and Dido got married when Baba was about 17 and Dido was about 21, they have been married for 64 years. My Baba lost the love of her life, the father to her children, her best friend. My mum lost her father, I lost my Dido and my children lost their great grandfather. Our lives will never be the same.
I have never cried so much in my life. I will share anouther post about the funeral and the impact this has had and is having on my children, but for now I am going to wipe away these tears and remember all the wonderful memeories I have of my Dido.