My father died last month and I am struggling in a way I did not expect.
He left us (his 3DC) and our mother when I was 10 to marry someone else. But even before he left, we rarely saw him because he spent all his time when not at work on a very time-consuming activity. At the funeral there were many affectionate tributes from friends he had known for the last 50 years admiring his achievements with regard to this activity. Part of me felt proud & pleased to hear this but also sadness as this was why we never saw him. I have not a single memory from early childhood of him reading me a book, playing a game with me, throwing a ball in the garden etc. I know my siblings too found it quite hard to hear but of course we all smiled & listened and said only positive things.
I loved him, but all my life wanted more of him than I ever got.
Has anyone else experienced similar conflicted feelings?