My father died 48 days ago. He was the last member of my family. We were best friends and took care of each other since my sister and mom died. It is so quiet in our apartment that I rush out in the morning to go to the cemetery and be with them. My father loved life and saw things as beautiful, even when my sister died from a broken feeding tube and bacterial infection he enjoyed life. I do not see any reason to go on -he was the reason for me getting up in the morning and living. I have no family -all dead and no friends. All I had was him and he is gone. People say it will get better but I do not believe . I am only at peace when I am at the cemetery . I just needed to vent. I have not spoken to a person for 48 hours. I miss him so much.
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