To Die By Your Side

Update

July 29th, 2010

My Dad died suddenly and unexpectedly after a short illness on Friday the 25th of June  2010. He was 67 years old. This last month has been the saddest, hardest and strangest time of my life. Despite his illness, it never occured to me that he would die. The thought never even crossed my mind. He rarely seemed to get ill and was ridiculously fit and healthy for a man of his age. To say that this came out of nowhere is an understatement and I can’t really begin to describe or explain how I feel right now. My emotions are all over the place. There are short moments of respite when I don’t think about him but they are sharply interrupted by the stupidest, most insignificant of things suddenly sparking a memory that has laid dormant for years. I can’t even begin to understand how my Mom must be feeling. Last Sunday would have been their 40th wedding anniversary but I guess somethings just aren’t meant to be. People say that life goes on but right now, that seems like the cruellest and saddest of facts.

I loved my Dad and I miss him so much.

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jc posted the following on July 30, 2010 at 4:45 pm.

I’m so sorry. My thoughts are with you, your mum, the rest of your family and all your dad and mum’s friends.

Up until a few weeks ago I probably wouldn’t have begun to understood most of what you’ve so eloquently written, but my young brother died on 11th July very suddenly in a car accident and there have been days since when my head has been all over the place and no good to anyone.

Look after yourself and those who are closest to you.

JC

Rach posted the following on August 3, 2010 at 8:31 pm.

*Big Hug*

Nosila posted the following on August 14, 2010 at 2:18 am.

Sorry about your dad. My dad died almost two years ago and thoughts of him can trigger tears or laughter still. Time, though it will not make you miss him any less, will make it easier to bear. For me, looking up at the clouds or the stars for a few minutes when I’m missing him makes me feel better. Wishing you all the best.

Tom posted the following on August 22, 2010 at 6:58 pm.

Hello,

I don’t know you, but you have all my sympathy. Let me tell you … I buried my dear Dad in 1988, I was 31 then, and I still miss him. Seems to me that this kind of pain never stops. And I tell you what: I believe that I even don’t WANT this kind of pain to stop. I don’t WANT to “get over it”, but I do think it’s a good idea to live on, love on, and to enjoy one’s life. My father said, before he died, that he’d prefer if people were glad to have shared life with him rather than if they were sad that his life ended. OK, I believe it’s possible to feel both. But then again, it’s usual that a life ends. And for those who remain “back here” alive, it’s usually always too soon. Nevertheless, I think it’s good to FEEL the pain whenever it comes, to SHED the tears whenever they fall, even if it happens years and decades later. And it’s good to live on, to love on, and to enjoy one’s life. And I think I’m repeating myself now ;-)

Hugs and greetings and thanks for your blog.

Tom in Germany

LUVM posted the following on September 13, 2010 at 8:56 pm.

I can’t believe I only just saw this as I’ve been happily scrabbling with you. I know a few people who have lost their dads recently, and all seemed to be good dads too. Really sorry.


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