Sorry this is a long post……My dad died last year. He battled cancer for 10 years, was told it was terminal 6 years ago and although he was extremely poorly he just seemed to crack on. At first I’d get really anxious before each scan thinking they’d tell us this is it, but as the years passed I guess I thought he’d be around for the long haul.
His actual decline happened over about 6 weeks, he was at home and I visited each night. We were always really close, he’s my person and I wanted to make sure he had the help and support he needed at the end. His final 2 weeks were horrific, he seemed to be in so much pain. I think he always was in pain but he just lost the ability to hide it from us. We constantly looked for the signs that this was it and would prepare for the worst but he’d still cling on, slowly wasting away. The day he died all I could hear was that awful rattle as he breathed, but he was alert. I knew it would be soon but he was still alert and communicating so thought we had hours. All of a sudden he was just gone. For years I’d been expecting it but then suddenly that was it, my person was just no more. I felt numb and in shock and just stood there but after years he finally looked relaxed and free of pain.
I thought my grief would be all consuming, I see people that have lost and they struggle to function. I was devastated, but I thought I’d feel more. I found out I was pregnant the day after he died, all my emotions of loss then got redirected into focusing on the pregnancy and raising my children. It’s been almost a year and I think I’m still in denial? I still talk about him in the presence, at Christmas I just imagined he was at home, I tell myself it’s not been that long since we last talked. If I actually stop and think about the fact I won’t ever see him again the pain in my chest is to much so I just divert my thoughts to something else. Did I grieve before he died so I’m coping ok now? I feel like my baby is a gift from him as he knew I’d need something to focus on so maybe that helped me cope? Am I still in complete denial and one day I’m going to break?
This post is probably just waffle, but I’ve not really talked about it so I guess it’s a start. Am I just weird and not grieving properly? I tried to explain my grief to a friend like this… I’m in a submarine and surrounded by water but inside my little bubble I’m nice and dry. When I’m feeling weak and the pressure outside gets to much the door cracks and water starts to force its way into my bubble. So I divert all my strength to closing the door so I can carry on inside my bubble and keep the grief away.