Late 40s, older of two children, married, have a daughter 21.
About my Loss:
My father passed May 20th 2012, it was a beautiful sunny Sunday morning. It was just him and my mom, which I say is beautiful, they started their lives just the two of them and that is how their 50 years together ended just the two of them. My three grandparents and godfather all passed on a Saturday. My Dad was a wonderful man, loving husband and father. He lost his life to Cryogenic Cirrhosis. I knew the disease, I had seen some pass from it. It was so hard to watch him suffer, and I remember telling him it was OK to go. That I loved, we loved him and would take care of each other. I honestly meant those words, but I was not prepared for the emotional pain. The sitting in their home and just waiting for him to come out of somewhere and knowing in reality he wasn't going to. I find myself almost telling Mom to ask Dad a question like he is still here. Sometimes I feel like I am coming completely unglued. I am unable to provide support to my mother in her grieving because I cannot get past mine.
"Thank you for posting Elynn. Yes, we want them back, and although we know that's impossible, it's like we can't take no for an answer, catch 22. Friends drift away, kids are busy with work and family. so an occasional…"
"Haven't been here in awhile. Thought I was keeping busy, but who am I trying to fool.? This year will be five years in September since Joe went to be with Jesus. I miss him so much. Don't know what to do…"