They have support services like that here as well, but I'm more of a "bottle it up until it explodes" kind of person; I prefer not to talk about what's troubling me. And mum is the sort of person who wouldn't like those kind of services either. She's got us and we'll do all we can. I'm not going anywhere.
It still doesn't seem real, though. I can't help feeling a tad guilty about leaving him at the hospital (until the funeral can be arranged). I feel like I should be visiting him, like we've just abandoned him. Weird, and unsettling...