Sorry for your loss! Hang in there and keep busy to try to keep your mind on other things!
(hug)
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Yeah I know that feeling. I was a wreck when my granpa was killed in a car accident. It took the better part of 5 years for me to start to get over it. I still think about him a lot. He and my grama pretty much raised me and losing him was devastating. But now I keep him alive by keeping him in my thoughts.
Sorry, mate. My dad died in 2008 after a long battle with COPD. My dad was a good man in many ways, had more integrity than most I know. He couldn't screw somebody even if they deserved it or had done him dirty already. We had a lot in common and I think of him on a daily basis. We had a lot in common, did a lot of things together.
I'd be a much better man if I were more like my dad.
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Sometimes death is a welcome relief for the dying and the survivors. Keep well yourself. A lot of people crash and get sick after having dealt with a family member's death.
I never cried at my dead's death;not because I wasn't sad, because I was. I was more disappointed that I didn't have any more time with him, even if he was sometimes difficult or cantakerous. Some of that was due to the frustration of having to think about every breath he had to take. 13 years is a long time to have to deal with that.
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It is a shame you didn't have a better relationship. I was fortunate that I did spend a lot of time with my father, but it made his passing all the more painful I think. I kept waking in the early morning hours after dreaming that he needed my help to breathe. I think this was because he died whilst I was enroute to the hospital, they only called to say that he was sick and I should come right away. I couldn't have made it if I was on the first floor of the hospital waiting for the call.
Anyway, all that finally stopped when I realised I hadn't been there for his birth, why would I expect to be there when dad died? It just wasn't practical at that time to have been waiting, I did have to work - and at the time seemed to be recovering. The subconscious mind however works in strange way with grief.
When I spend time with y father he doesn't know who I am half the time. Dementia has robbed us of him. :/