Nov 16 marks one year since my dad passed away.
Anyone that says that things get easier lies. Each day that passes hurts more and more.
The other day, I could hear the sound of my father crying in my head. I wanted to sit on the hospital bed or anywhere and wrap my arms around the man that I've loved all my life, but I can't, because he's not there and he never will be again.
In the year that has gone by, so much has changed in my life. I've bought a house for one. I've left behind a huge part of my life when we left that old house.
My dad was such a huge part of my life. We were together almost every day of our lives and life without him is just so empty. It is very hard to go on. I don't know how my mother, who spent over 60 year of her life with him is holding up as well as she is.
I can offer this advice to those of you who still have parents to hold on to.
1. Never miss an opportunity to say I love you.
2. Don't hide from the illness, some of the best times I had with my father were in his final years. I will always cherish the times I sat on his hospital bed and held him.
3. Have patience. They don't always know what they are doing, and yelling only makes it worse. I know how hard this, especially when the illness is progressing rabidly or that their is dementia involved.
4. Take a lot of deep breaths.
It has been one year since my daddy left us, and the pain is still very very real.
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1 comments:
You have my sympathy and understanding. Grief follows no clock or calendar but its own. People who think otherwise are wrong.
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