Hi I lost my dad nearly 5 weeks ago, he had a massive heart attack at home, very unexpectedly, its such a shock that he’s gone forever. I’m only 31…
My poor mum is 57 and a widow, it doesn’t seem fair. Why my dad?
I live 100 miles away from home ( husband is in the army) so I feel useless being far away. But she does have family in the same village and brilliant neighbours.
His funeral has been and gone, just waiting for his Ashes to come back now.
I have okay days, then I have a terrible day where I am teary all day, I have 2 young kids who keep me going but my 3 fear is my 3 year old won’t remember her grandad…
My husband has been supportive but its hard to describe loosing a parent, it’s a pain I can’t put my finger on. My mind is constantly thinking about the last time I heard him speak on the phone, the events of the day he died, and wandering if he was scared just before he died.
. I’m blaming everyone for what happened, especially the doctors because he went there with chest pains 2 days before, and didn’t investigate …
My dad had a brilliant personality and I know 100% he would want me to crack on with my life and live each day and enjoy it, because he did. He had a zest for life.
Sometimes I feel as if I’m the only person in the world going through this, but I know I’m not.
Will be nice to speak to other people in my shoes.