My Dad died on the 25th January and it still doesn't seem real to me. We have got his Funeral on Wednesday. He is having a service at the Crematorium first, then a celebration of his life at a Church. I am really dreading it, although I think it become real then. I am not looking forward to the Wake part afterwards. There could be about 100 or more people there. My mum seems to think they will want to come up and put their arms around us. I am not really that sort of person, apart from with close family. Also many of these people turned their backs against my parents when my Dad was ill, hardly anybody bothered ringing her up to see how they were. Now my Dad has died she has received 75 Sympathy cards. My Mum would phone me up in tears because she couldn't believe how people she had known for years could treat her like that. In fact a couple she wasn't particularly friendly with became very good to them both, it turned out his brother had suffered from dementia. I just don't know how I will get through the day.