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Next Friday will mark 9 months since I lost my dad, and it still feels as if it only happened yesterday. I felt as if I were literally watching a car wreck waiting to happen and there wasn't anything I could do about it. I felt powerless. And I feel as if I failed.
My parents were married for nearly 40 years and had what almost seemed to be a storybook marriage. They had their share of faults as many seem to, but they had a rock-solid, wonderful marriage. Before she died, she told me to watch after him.
He seemed to be OK at first, but over time, the loss took a toll on him. He used to be one of the most active individuals I had ever met, and he it had gotten so bad he wouldn't even leave the house anymore. He'd order food, grocery, and drink. His diet consisted of fast food, Coke Zero, and Budweiser.
Anything I'd say or do, would go in one ear, and right out of the other. Some people may argue that it was his choice, but I can't shake the feeling that I could have done more.
And worst of all? He actually felt like he was bothering me whenever he'd ask for anything. That was a stab in what's left of my heart because he wasn't. He never was. He was a blessing, and he never even knew. I'd give anything to have him back, but that's just a stupid fantasy that will never become a reality. And his death changed me, because now I feel like I'm dead inside.
I had to put this out here.
My parents were married for nearly 40 years and had what almost seemed to be a storybook marriage. They had their share of faults as many seem to, but they had a rock-solid, wonderful marriage. Before she died, she told me to watch after him.
He seemed to be OK at first, but over time, the loss took a toll on him. He used to be one of the most active individuals I had ever met, and he it had gotten so bad he wouldn't even leave the house anymore. He'd order food, grocery, and drink. His diet consisted of fast food, Coke Zero, and Budweiser.
Anything I'd say or do, would go in one ear, and right out of the other. Some people may argue that it was his choice, but I can't shake the feeling that I could have done more.
And worst of all? He actually felt like he was bothering me whenever he'd ask for anything. That was a stab in what's left of my heart because he wasn't. He never was. He was a blessing, and he never even knew. I'd give anything to have him back, but that's just a stupid fantasy that will never become a reality. And his death changed me, because now I feel like I'm dead inside.
I had to put this out here.
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