My husband and children are finally with me now, after two long weeks apart. And tomorrow we say goodbye to my father, formally, for good. And then life will go on. I will continue to struggle through the work of dealing with his affairs – which is immense, but also good, in a way, it being the last and possibly most important thing that I do for him – and so this story will not end here, but it will change.

Because, as I said, life will go on. Life will go on.

Which is probably the biggest lesson that death teaches you, and I will hold in my mind and heart tomorrow.

Life goes on.