Hi everyone, I am new on here and my heart is so completely broken, I'm not even sure if I'm doing this right. I will add more to my profile soon, but I have to get my thoughts out before anything else.

 

My dad was good to us when we were little kids. He did not always get along well with my mom and they divorced in 1996. I was in my mid-twenties at that time. Since the divorce was so ugly, I decided to have no contact with my dad from then on. My mom passed away in early 2002 and for some reason that made me dislike my dad even more. Of course he had nothing to do with her death. I thought I would never get over her death, but with time I could think of her peacefully without crying.

 

I had a call from a social services agency two years ago that said some people were taking advantage of my dad and they wanted to know if I could do anything. In my mind, he was still the same age as he was in 1996 and it never occurred to me that by this time he was an old man. I didn't realize the extent of what was going on at that time and I never asked any more questions or even bothered to check into it more.

 

I found out the day after he passed away that he was gone. I also found out he was asking for me, but no one told me. He wanted to tell my sister and I that he was sorry for everything. For years, I avoided him and didn't think he even cared. I found out he had been sick for years and the person taking care of him was robbing him of everything. Her friends were coming in and stealing his things. He was scared of some of the people that were staying in his home. These were people who were doing drugs in his home and having him sign checks for them when he didn't know what he was signing. He was very sick at this time and they used him. The only person at his side when he died was the "caretaker". Otherwise he died in pain and with no family around him.

 

I never gave him a second chance and I didn't even get to say good-bye. The summary above doesn't even give all the details of the situation. Others tell me to stop beating myself up over this, but I don't think I'll ever stop. I let him live like that when he was sick and old and I was no where around. I can't forgive myself for that. I didn't let him know he even had a grandson. I found out in later years my dad had changed and became a calmer, nicer person. I miss him and would do anything to bring him back. My heart is so torn up I can hardly even think. Thanks for letting me get this out. I have to tell my story.

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Lynette,

 

So sorry for your loss. We all have things we regret that wish we could of done differently when they were here on earth,but I believe your father is smiling from above and wishes you weren't hard on yourself. He probably understands now the pain and the heartache he caused you and your mother and wishes he could of been different. If you ever go on amazon.com try picking up a book called "We Don't Die" by George Anderson. I think you would enjoy it like I did, or you can even checkout his facebook George Anderson (medium). Me and my husband were not the kind of people that believe into physic mediums but all changed after his passing. I don't know where I would of been if it wasn't for him and his books. It's not for everyone and I will understand if you don't want to bother, I'd just love him and he has helped so many. Good luck and GOD Bless.  Sally

I have feelings of guilt too. My brother was only 17 at the time when he was shot. I felt like I couldve been a better sister to him. Just when I wanted to change, he was killed and my opportunity was taken for me. I always thought that I would have another chance. However, I realize that beating myself up will not reverse anything that I did. It wont change anything or bring him back. The only thing I can do is use this as a lesson and become a better person. I would like to think that my brother is not holding anything against me, and is rooting for me to advance just like he did. I am going to use these lessons to become a better person and advance my spirit closer to him. I know my brother was a much better person than I gave him credit for. And since he is such a better person than me, I know that he loves and forgives. I should have been a better sister and made better use of the time we had. However, I have to accept what happened and use this situation to break the cycle of negativity in my family. I wont allow evil to win.
I'm so sorry, Lynette. What's helped me with the guilt and the empty soul-sucking gash in my heart is making my parents part of my life in their death. I grew up in San Diego and we spent a lot of time at the beach, so I put sea shells on their graves and just hang out, writing in my journal. I have old photos around and sometimes I wear my mom's old dresses. So, even though your dad didn't get to meet his grandson, you can tell your son stories about what your dad was like when you were a kid, when things were good. You can piece together what you know of him as a person, continue the dialogue even though he's not there anymore.

The effects of stacked grief are really strange sometimes. My parents and paternal grandparents died within an eight month span of one another, my mom last. My dad had a sudden heart attack, and his parents followed that summer. My mom had been battling cancer for a few years by then and she was planning funerals while undergoing chemo. While she'd been dealing with cancer (I was probably 12 or 13 when that started), my dad and I were always at the hospital, we'd bring her home-cooked meals, do physical therapy exercises, eventually I was injecting her medicine when she came back home. When my dad died, my mom's mom moved in with us and I somehow became the unruly child that got in the way. Meanwhile, my grandma was dealing with her own grief, that she was about to lose her daughter. She took charge of the situation, but I felt isolated. So, I withdrew from everyone, my mom included. When she was in the hospital after my dad's death, I would visit once every week or two, because visiting meant visiting with my grandma and/or uncle (I was barely 15 around this time). And I wasn't there when she died. I was sleeping and no one thought to wake me up until after the fact. There was never any closure and I can't shake the feeling that I was a bad daughter at the end, five years later. I just have to trust the kind, wise woman I know my mom to be, know that she somewhere in there, even if my actions hurt her, she forgave me.

Sounds like your dad was coming from a similar space. He wanted to reach out to you and he wanted to apologize. He saw his fault and he didn't blame you for it. So, count your lessons. It sounds like under your grief, there's a piercing high-note of forgiveness. :) And that's beautiful.
i was unable to tell my dad goodbye. He had knee surgery two weeks prior and died of a blood clot. I just saw his health declining the last week and wish I would have suggested he go in to the ER. Bur he had a full check up two days before he passed and the doctor said he was okay..... I just feel maybe I could have prevented this in some way. I didn't like seeing him like he was giving up in the end. I feel sad and just wish I would have done more. I miss my dad so much. Three days before dad died my son bought me a guardian angel coin. Ironically it has dads birthstone in it. And my dad's two watched he wore...stopped a month after his death at the same time he passed. 11:11. I have read that is a good number...it means angels.....this is comfort...but just soon have my dad back.

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