My dad died very suddenly of a heart attack, in front of me, when I was 19. It was a Sunday.
I went to work the next day, (was a bank cashier), and the only day I had off was for his funeral.
My sister, 8 months pregnant with her first child, accompanied my mother on trips to register the death, the bank, the solicitors.
It didn’t need both of us to do that, and I felt my dad would have wanted me to carry on as normally as possible.
My dad’s sister said dad would have been proud of me.
I do realise that isn’t the best way for some, but it helped me to deal with things.