My precious father died tonight. My mother is still there, but is bedridden as well. I’m broken. My siblings and their children are already going through the house “cleaning”. I can’t stop crying like a little child. Heartbreaking. I don’t know why I’m putting this here.
So very very sorry. (I learned that it's common for siblings to have real conflict over the passing of their folks. Knowing this helped me to eventually accept it. But I'll never forget. Never.)