When does it start to get easier? When does the pain begin to disappear? My heart aches.
My dad passed away on the 11th may.
He was admitted to hospital for tests on 9th March.
He was given 6 to 12 months as he had asbestos cancer and it was taking over his lungs.
I was 32 weeks pregnant and was due to move house (400 miles away) on the day my dad was admitted. After making sure he was comfortable in hospital I left a couple of days late. I can still see him that weekend. Getting his stuff ready for hospital, sitting in the waiting room of the hospital. In his hospital room.
I moved house and gave birth a week later at 32 weeks. My son was kept in hospital for 4 weeks.
My mum brought my dad to see him. The journey took its toll on my dad. Me was very weak. He was struggling to eat as the cancer took hold of his throat. He saw my son, his first grandchild in the hospital. He saw my house, he saw my cat. He wanted to see the sea. He could see it from the house but I didn't take him down to the shore like he wanted. He was so tired.
He was admitted back to hospital after the trip. I felt so distant.
We travelled to see him the day before my sons actual due date. He was 7 weeks old. My mum discharged my dad from the hospital and made him comfortable at home.
My dad got to hold his grandson. Looking back, I wish I'd let him hold him for longer. More times. I didn't want to tire my dad out or upset him when ds got upset.
We spent a couple of days there. When we left I held dads hand and said goodbye. I knew in my heart it would be the last time but I didn't want my dad to see me cry so I rushed it. I wish I'd said goodbye properly.
My dad passed away the next morning. We were already home as had travelled back the following evening.
I feel so sad I didn't spend more time with him in those last few weeks. In the last few years we weren't very close and I'm angry at myself for being so distant as we lived in the same house.
It breaks my heart that I wasn't there. That he barely got to see his grandson. That he must have been so, so scared. He held on for us to get there. He must have been so tired. My mum said he was crying when he passed. It hurts so much to think about it. I know he's at peace and no longer in pain now but I think about it every day.
After his passed we decided to add his name to my sons as a second middle name. My dad would never know we did this. I'm cross with myself for now thinking about it before he died so I could tell him. He would have been so proud. I know he was upset the ds wasn't taking my surname.
It's do hard being so far away. If I was still living at home maybe it would have sunk in a bit more as we used to see each other every day.
It's been 3 months and I think about it all of the time. I'm so tired, especially with a new baby too. I want the pain to stop.
I just wanted to talk to him one more time. I want him to know how much I love him.
So many things remind me of him. So many memories. It just doesn't seem real.
I'm dreading his birthday in October and Christmas, which is my sons first so it will be very hard.
I just want to sleep. Sleep for weeks and weeks. I want to be about to shut my brain down.
I hope I haven't gone on too much. Just needed to get it out. X
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AlisonL1981 · 28/07/2013 07:29
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