The pain I feel is unbearable. It is 2 days since my daddy died. I am full of loss and pain, not only at his death, but the fact we had a blazing row and never made up. I can never apologies, I can never beg for his forgiveness and hold him tight and say how much I love him, I can’t take back my cruel, heartless words.
My dad was an alcoholic, and he eventually had a heart attack. I loved my dad, and we had amazing times, but our relationship oscillated between fun and laughter, to rage and upset. My dad was always an alcoholic, and I struggled hugely with his aggression or snapping, then his drunken, in your face party going moments at the next.
All of this escalated into my mum becoming an alcoholic with him. My younger sister has also struggled with alcohol addiction. Before he died, The 3 of them had been drinking. I had gone to bed and at 1am my brother ran in flustered because my sister’s baby had fallen out of the bed and my sister was so drunk she couldn’t hear her crying and wouldn’t wake up even when being called. I tended to the baby, but I was so frustrated.
In the morning, my mum and dad were in the kitchen. I had a huge go at them. I blamed them for letting my sister drink and putting the babies life at risk. My dad was never one to back down. We argued more, then I threw insult after insult at him, saying I never even knew who he was as I never met him sober my whole life, told him he was useless as he never brought me birthday presents (he hadn’t even worked for more than 20 years because of his drinking), and that he was worthless.
I even threw the hat I brought him on Father’s Day out of the window.
I drove home and got on with life. 3 days later he tried to call about a separate argument he was having with my brother. I never answered. The next day, he died.
Even as I relive this my heart is beating through my chest with pain and sorrow. I hate myself for doing what I did, and can never take back the words. It was my biggest fear to lose my dad mid argument, and the nightmare came true.
My eyes are streaming with tears. I feel empty. I just wish I could tell him how much I adored him. It’s too late now. I’m lost.