@Motheranddaughtertotwo
Oh my goodness, yes, so many similarities in our stories and our situations! Can I ask, what happened to your Dad? I will tell you about what happened to my Dad if you like. 74 feels like a life stolen to me. It’s still so young. And my Dad, he was young in himself. There’s me and my older sister but (and you might have missed this on the thread) but my sister hasn’t been any support to my mum. She lives two hours away, but still not timbucktoo, but she’s not supported any of us. So I am like you, I am having to be the one to prop up my mum and help her and support her, while I’m struggling to cope myself without Dad, and I also have two young kids. I have a feeling that our children are also the same or similar ages, how old are yours? My oldest boy is 10 and youngest is 7 but 8 in June.
Me, my husband and my two boys were like in a bubble with my mum and dad. All through lockdowns and covid, we stuck together and only saw each other. We have always been really really close all 6 of us. Every weekend we spent together with my mum and dad, takeaways every Saturday night and days out every weekend. We’d always go out on a Sunday somewhere and a lot of the time my mum and dad would meet us or go with us. They joined us on holiday for a day each year etc etc. So super close family unit, and my Dad was like a second Dad to both my boys, a friend to my husband and the best dad in the world. Like your Dad, my Dad was always helping others. He could fix and mend anything and make anything, he could do any jobs in the house (joiner by trade) and any work on cars or motorbikes (he went on to do body work on cars and had his own very successful garage), so he spent his life helping everyone. Literally every job in my house my Dad did or helped with. He was such a clever man. He had lots of hobbies too and so many friends and it just feels like such a waste that now he’s gone. He’s left so many people behind who miss him terribly. My mum has no life without him. Not a life she wants. My boys miss him, they’re bored without him and they can’t understand why he’s not here. It eats away at me that my Dad won’t see my boys start high school or get married. Why didn’t he have another 10-15 years?
It was September, my birthday was Weds 22nd and the next night I got a call from my mum to say I needed to get over there as she had paramedics there. I couldn’t believe it. Without even thinking, I just got ready as quickly as I could and I was on my way to my mum and dad’s house (5-10 mins away). He’d had a heart attack, from absolutely nowhere. We don’t know why or how. He was fine that morning and fine all that day too. He had a bit of pain in that evening and he thought it was indigestion until later when he keeled over. He went into hospital that night and he was stable and we were given hope that he’d be ok. He was breathing through a tube. The next day, me and my mum and sister were at the hospital with my Dad all day sat around the bed until 3.19pm when he passed. We were all hysterical, just couldn’t believe it had happened and Taft he’d gone in front of us. It was like something out of a nightmare or horror story, holding his hands and crying and begging him not to go. It’s like the longest baddest dream ever and I still feel like I’m waiting to wake up. I can’t get used to it without him and I feel like I can’t do anything to help my mum. I have her here most days for tea, we still do loads with her, my oldest son sleeps there but she’s so so fragile and unhappy and it’s visible all the time how much she misses him and I just try to be strong for her and my boys. It’s just so hard.
Like you have said, everything too feels like such a mess.
I don’t want to have counselling, not yet anyway, but I have said a few times on here that I wish there was some kind of support group local I could go to where I could speak to and meet people like me in a similar situation , like all of us on here but I have looked and there is nothing. You’re not in West Yorkshire by any chance, are you?