Puffinstuff420
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I lost my father last christmas day and this is a tough day. Happy fathers day to all the other fathers on this site. Peace.
ALMOST A DUPLICATE STORY OF WHAT I WENT THROUGH IN 92....AFTER READING YOURS, IT WAS JUS LIKE YESTERDAY....HERE COMES THE FLOOD....I NEEDED A GOOD CRY IN HIS HONOR....GOOD LUCK GETTN THROUGH THE NEX FEW DAYS....DJI lost my Dad around Christmas of 1997. He fought brain cancer for 14 months, and died at 58 years old. I held his hand, and felt his heart stop.
That was the most intense experience of my life, and I have been "around", as they say.
There was no silence as great as when I drove home from the funeral home that day, and sat on the couch in his house looking around. I can't honestly say what I did for the next few months. It is basically missing time from my life. The good news is, I am a hundred times stronger than I ever knew, or would have believed, before that happened. I think you will find the same, as time goes by. I don't cry over his headstone anymore, but not a day goes by, that he isn't in my mind.
I no longer celebrate Christmas. I just can't get into the mood. I hope your experience is different, but at the same time, the strength and self awareness I gained, far outweighs a holiday.
"I'm sorry to hear it" sounds so lame, but what else can humans say to each other, when faced with such pain.
I will say I have walked in your shoes, and I thought I could never survive his loss. Now I am a stronger man, and I love my Father even more than when he was alive.
All the pissy "Father Vs. Son" crap most of us go through went away in his last few months. We were just two human beings who loved each other. One leaving too soon, and one desperately wanting him to stay. I am only left with the good memories, and the memories of the mistakes I made.
His legacy is being passed on to my children, in hopes they become better men than I, or even my Father.
I think Dad would be proud.
Hang in there!
I lost my Dad around Christmas of 1997. He fought brain cancer for 14 months, and died at 58 years old. I held his hand, and felt his heart stop.
That was the most intense experience of my life, and I have been "around", as they say.
There was no silence as great as when I drove home from the funeral home that day, and sat on the couch in his house looking around. I can't honestly say what I did for the next few months. It is basically missing time from my life. The good news is, I am a hundred times stronger than I ever knew, or would have believed, before that happened. I think you will find the same, as time goes by. I don't cry over his headstone anymore, but not a day goes by, that he isn't in my mind.
I no longer celebrate Christmas. I just can't get into the mood. I hope your experience is different, but at the same time, the strength and self awareness I gained, far outweighs a holiday.
"I'm sorry to hear it" sounds so lame, but what else can humans say to each other, when faced with such pain.
I will say I have walked in your shoes, and I thought I could never survive his loss. Now I am a stronger man, and I love my Father even more than when he was alive.
All the pissy "Father Vs. Son" crap most of us go through went away in his last few months. We were just two human beings who loved each other. One leaving too soon, and one desperately wanting him to stay. I am only left with the good memories, and the memories of the mistakes I made.
His legacy is being passed on to my children, in hopes they become better men than I, or even my Father.
I think Dad would be proud.
Hang in there![/QUOTE
Went thru the same thing in oct.2011... Felt like it wad yesterday, nothing feels worse.........all the best..E