Recently my father died in Queensland. I was with him until his last breath. While I knew that he was elderly and that his heart wasn’t strong I had no idea when he might die. When he did, I thought I would cope. I did for a while and seemed ok for the funeral. It was after I returned to Queensland for the scattering of the ashes that things began to change for me. I decided to head north to Noosa, to spend some quiet time and rest after all the drama involved.
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