I’ve been feeling pretty sad for a few weeks now, and I keep thinking about my father. He died a few months ago. He had multiple tumors and died alone in the hospital. I lived far away from him, but I wasn’t planning to visit anyway.
For context, my father was horrible. I had a traumatic childhood living with him. He used drugs and had alcohol problems. My sister and I lived with him, and our mother was not in the picture.
When we finally left home, we decided never to speak to him again. However, many years later, I decided to call him, maybe seeking peace or wanting to close that chapter. He was in a terrible financial situation, and I decided to help him. But after a few months, he kept asking for more and more money. That broke my heart, and I decided to block him and stop sending him money or having any contact.
A few months ago, one of his friends reached out to tell me he was in the hospital, but I didn’t want to know anything. He died there alone. I didn’t cry then, and I’m not crying now, but I can’t stop thinking about his last moments. He probably had a terrible time before dying, with all his financial problems, and I don’t know how to close this.