My dad died when I was 12. I'm 33 now. I've been alive longer than I knew him for. I have wonderful memories and horrific memories. They fit together like a jigsaw.
He had bowel cancer for 2 years and died at 50 in 2003. We went on wonderful holidays but on one in the us he got jaundice and we had to travel home with him going immediately to A&E and didn't come out for 2 months as it had spread to his liver and he needed a stent. I'd do my homework in the car driving from Preston to Liverpool every night to see him after school.
Sorry rambling. Sometimes I think of him and it's happy and joyful, sometimes I think of him and it's still like it happened yesterday. I found some photos of him about a year ago and sobbed like a child.
Im at my mums now and I've found an entire box of photos of him that I've never seen and it hasn't made me cry at all. In fact I feel so grateful I've seen them.
Is this just normal losing a parent grief? It's hit and miss as to whether I randomly cry when I see new photos or feel happy. He's been gone 21 years, and I see him in my children.
Christmas doesn't help!!