Hi,
I am really struggling with intense feelings of grief after my dad’s death.
It has been seven months since my dad died and the grief started to feel somewhat familiar and predictable. Constantly missing him, but carrying on with my day despite the sadness and longing. Then days or weeks where the grief feels unbearable and debilitating.
I miss my Dad more than ever. This time last year Dad had back pain which we would later find out was advanced cancer. None of us suspected.
Last June we were on a family holiday at my parents holiday home. This year it’s conversations about taking steps to inform the relevant authorities there and to sell the house. No one can bare the thought of going back there without Dad.
The memory of my Dad working in the garden is seared into my brain. We were making plans for future trips and I can see him so vividly in my mind. Happy and carefree, an old life that I loved which now feels like a distant dream. It’s excruitating how much I wish I could get that time back. I know cancer and death happens to people all the time and no one is exempt but it all feels very surreal and painful.
The old familiar tormenting thoughts of why did it have to happen, why didn’t Dad live until his 80’s and then feelings of guilt as people lose parents at a much younger age. I am fortunate to have such a wonderful Father but the loss is debilitating and the grief insurmountable.
My Dad never felt sorry for himself, he said he was 70 and it’s not a tradgedy. It’s doesn’t feel that way though.
I feel dread about Father’s Day on Sunday. My Dad would tell me it doesn’t mean any more than any other day. You show your love for a person in your every day actions, but it is a stark reminder that my Dad isn’t here.
The GP told my mum that Dad’s sudden illness was incredibly stressful that this is when the grief really starts to hurt. You think you can get through it at first but then the reality of the loss sets in and people struggle.
I feel daunted about the next five months up until the anniversary. I don’t know if it’s because I was subconsciously worried about Dad’s back pain but I remember everything so vividly. My dad’s final months of life. I wish I could change my perspective but as much as I try I feel at the mercy of the grief and whatever thoughts my mind throws my way.
The good and bad memories both hurt and the reminders are everywhere.
I’m worried that I’m fooling myself that I can get through this and I’ll ever feel ok.