Jo Huey

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Jo Huey - Author, Coach and Speaker

 

 

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My father was an alcoholic until his death in 1996, I remember the day very well. It was two months before my 21st birthday. I was working locally and I remember two policeman turning up to the office. My stomach sank, deep down I knew it had to be to do with dad.

The two policeman sat me down in the office and told me that my father had been found dead in his room that he rented, I was in total shock but didn’t realise it at the time. The words flowed, their mouths moved, but I stared like a robot and went into auto-pilot. I went upstairs to tell my boss and within minutes I left the office to go and find my mum and older sister. I decided to collect my youngest sister from school so that we could all be together.

In hindsight I’m not sure I handled it in the best way. Organising his funeral, his finances which wasn’t much and selling his car and possessions happened fast. It was all very clinical but I think it was my way of coping with the shock. It was a double-edged sword, I loved my father as he was the only one I had. I hated him at the same time and his death quite honestly was a relief. That said, I miss him hugely.My father was an alcoholic until his death in 1996, I remember the day very well. It was two months before my 21st birthday. I was working locally and I remember two policeman turning up to the office. My stomach sank, deep down I knew it had to be to do with dad.

The two policeman sat me down in the office and told me that my father had been found dead in his room that he rented, I was in total shock but didn’t realise it at the time. The words flowed, their mouths moved, but I stared like a robot and went into auto-pilot. I went upstairs to tell my boss and within minutes I left the office to go and find my mum and older sister. I decided to collect my youngest sister from school so that we could all be together.

In hindsight I’m not sure I handled it in the best way. Organising his funeral, his finances which wasn’t much and selling his car and possessions happened fast. It was all very clinical but I think it was my way of coping with the shock. It was a double-edged sword, I loved my father as he was the only one I had. I hated him at the same time and his death quite honestly was a relief. That said, I miss him hugely.

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