My father recently died (it was expected and he was quite old, demented, ill and in pain) so I really do think it was a release for him. However I find this has brought back up to the surface lots of feelings about my childhood and adolescence. I am not yet able to feel grief for his death (he’d had a long life) but instead I find I can be sucked down into anger and grief about his parenting ability 40 years ago.
Trying to be as fair as I can be – I don’t think being a parent was easy for him and I don’t think he had good role models in his own childhood. However I also find I am thinking a lot about episodes in my childhood which included his heavy drinking, violence to me and others, driving when drunk with me in the back seat, a great many other women on the side, and using me as a go-between to go off to a phone box and ring up one of his other women and let them know he’d be late etc (while still married to my mother etc). In summary I would say he did not prioritise me and didn’t act as a good father.
I’ve had very little contact with him in the last few decades and our lives have diverged hugely. I think my own life now is fine (great husband, good job, etc). But it feels as if my memories of the painful, vulnerable time when I was a young girl keep resurging.
I’ve had kind words from colleagues and friends about “Sorry for your loss” and I don’t know quite what to say as I don’t want to trot out all my ancient history to tell them now.
I am hoping all this will calm down soon but no idea how long I’ll be feeling so disrupted for !
This is really offloading feelings but also welcome any comments from people.