My father sadly passed away unexpectedly last year. He was diagnosed with cancer and less than two weeks later he died. I couldn't visit him in the hospital due to Covid restrictions. I used to take my mother to see him and sit on the other side of a wall and just wait for hours, knowing he was so close to me and I couldn't see or speak to him.
By the time the hospital let me and my siblings in to see him, it was because he was classed as 'end of life'. At this point he could no longer speak.
We were best friends growing up and into my adulthood. However things became complicated when I got married and had children. My mum caused a lot of problems. It was like she hated not having full control of me anymore. It exposed a lot of toxic behaviour she had always displayed that I hadn't questioned before. She wanted 'exclusive access' to my children, and developed what felt like a hatred for me and my wife, like she didn't like the fact we were effectively gatekeepers to her grandchildren. She would get annoyed if they had a nap in her presence as we should have done that before she saw them, she didn't like them being breastfed as it wasn't inclusive. There are so many issues like this, too many to list here. But in the end it came to a head and we had a fall out over it. My dad got dragged into it, when I feel he was the biggest victim of her behaviour, as he was constantly belittled and abused by her. Her strange behaviour affected my happiness for years and I have had counselling because of it.
After the fall out, my mum decided to relocate 5 hours away from us. God knows what exactly she told my extended family and siblings, but at the same time they stopped visiting us or arranging to meet up - no one said why, they all stopped talking to me too. I tried to reach out but no one wanted to talk about mum with me. I feel like she turned them against me. I felt shunned and ashamed. My dad acknowledged this was crazy but said he had long given up fighting and just went along with whatever made her happy.
I started counselling as it made me question whether I was a bad person and deserved to be cut off from my family. My wife and her family are nothing like this, and I have many friends who all say it is my mum in the wrong, and my siblings are afraid to stand up to her. But still it makes me paranoid. I hoped that counselling would help me fix it all, and help me get my relationship with my dad back at least. If I ever tried to call him he had to go on speakerphone to talk to me. A couple of times he called me from the shop when he had popped out to buy milk, but he always said he didn't have long.
It was only one session of counselling before he became terminally ill, so the last year has all revolved around my grief. I hoped that my relationships with my siblings would get closer again after going through that together, but they didn't. If anything we are even more distant. My mum at one point started trying to imply he would have lived longer if I hadn't caused him so much stress. I guess she has shared these sentiments with the other family members, too.
Now it has been a year and I am thinking about how to commemorate his death, but I am so sad that all it seems to do is highlight how I have no direct family around me to talk to or share it with. Lots of suggestions I read include meeting with family and friends to remember him, but my family will likely all meet without me, and I don't want to share my experience with people who would cut me out of their lives when I need them most.
I still speak to my mum out of obligation, and she calls whenever she needs me to do something for her. I have taken days of leave off work to drive to hers and take her to an appointment, as she moved to a rural location and can't drive. To her it seems like I am doing a couple of hours errand, she doesn't seem to realise then 10 hours spent in the car getting to her and back. I don't want to do it, but I feel guilty and pity because she has lost her husband.
I know that I am not alone in life, as I have a loving family, and lots of friends, and my wife's family, but these people didn't grow up with me, or know my dad the same way my siblings and I did. I feel like I need to come to terms with the loss of my whole family as well as my father, but its so painful. Counselling has helped me see that the way they have treated me is abusive (i.e. not communicating problems they might have, just ghosting me), so it's not like I am desperate to make friends with them. I just wish life had panned out differently and I can't control that. I can't seem to let it go or move past it. I think about how angry I am with them, especially my mum, all the time.
I know it's not healthy but how do you come to terms with this? - how can you process anger when you can't do anything to change the people that have caused it?