I lost my father to cancer a few months ago, and although we were very open I couldn't bring myself to share our connection at his funeral. In my culture, organising a funeral can be tiring where you're aren't given time to yourself to grieve the loss. There's always something to do. You need to call relatives, write the obituary, nurse egos, tend to the visitors, attend prayer evenings, finalise details, pick out his final outfit, listen to people saying that this too shall pass - it can get a little suffocating. So here I am, months later and finally able to write about the father he was and will always be.