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Hi everyone,
My father died on April 11 2009 at age 80 of a heart attack following other health problems. (I'll give more specific details later.)
I lived with him all my life, since I never got married and had trouble finding (and keeping) work; but I was taking care of him, too, so it evened out. Besides dealing with his sudden loss, which is still a terrible shock to me, I'm also facing serious financial hardship. I'll spare you the gory details of that, except to say that I'm worried about becoming homeless.
Moreover, I'm not getting any real support from my brother or his family. even though they live right here in town. My father's own relatives are loving and supportive, but live too far away to help. I have friends and neighbors who likely would help if they could, but their own finances are limited and of course they have their own lives and can't be with me often.
I go to supermarkets and other places, and I'm ashamed to say I feel envious and hurt when I see couples and families together, wishing somehow I could share their lives. Ironically, when Dad was alive, I wished I could be able to live on my own (though under far more positive circumstances). Well, now I do, and I hate it.
I'm glad that Dad isn't hurting anymore, and I wouldn't want him back if he had to suffer the way he did. But I still wish that I could have one more day with him, to make him one more meal, give him one more hug, and tell him I love him.
Sometimes I cry for Dad, and that helps some. But every morning I wake up dreading the day ahead. I miss Dad so much and have so many regrets about his passing, and I'm worried about my own future as well. As the same time, I've often found myself wishing God would call me home too, because I'm tired of hurting and tired of worrying...and I don't know how soon my life is going to get straightened out. I know God won't give us any more than we can handle, but I feel I'm reaching my limit. Still, I keep praying and going to church, and I'm struggling to keep the faith.
I'm glad I found this place. I needed to talk with other people who have been through this, because sometimes I feel other people are tired of hearing me talk about it. I've seen some pretty heartbreaking stories here, and to all of you here I'm very sorry for your own losses and hope you will find healing as well.
My father died on April 11 2009 at age 80 of a heart attack following other health problems. (I'll give more specific details later.)
I lived with him all my life, since I never got married and had trouble finding (and keeping) work; but I was taking care of him, too, so it evened out. Besides dealing with his sudden loss, which is still a terrible shock to me, I'm also facing serious financial hardship. I'll spare you the gory details of that, except to say that I'm worried about becoming homeless.
Moreover, I'm not getting any real support from my brother or his family. even though they live right here in town. My father's own relatives are loving and supportive, but live too far away to help. I have friends and neighbors who likely would help if they could, but their own finances are limited and of course they have their own lives and can't be with me often.
I go to supermarkets and other places, and I'm ashamed to say I feel envious and hurt when I see couples and families together, wishing somehow I could share their lives. Ironically, when Dad was alive, I wished I could be able to live on my own (though under far more positive circumstances). Well, now I do, and I hate it.
I'm glad that Dad isn't hurting anymore, and I wouldn't want him back if he had to suffer the way he did. But I still wish that I could have one more day with him, to make him one more meal, give him one more hug, and tell him I love him.
Sometimes I cry for Dad, and that helps some. But every morning I wake up dreading the day ahead. I miss Dad so much and have so many regrets about his passing, and I'm worried about my own future as well. As the same time, I've often found myself wishing God would call me home too, because I'm tired of hurting and tired of worrying...and I don't know how soon my life is going to get straightened out. I know God won't give us any more than we can handle, but I feel I'm reaching my limit. Still, I keep praying and going to church, and I'm struggling to keep the faith.
I'm glad I found this place. I needed to talk with other people who have been through this, because sometimes I feel other people are tired of hearing me talk about it. I've seen some pretty heartbreaking stories here, and to all of you here I'm very sorry for your own losses and hope you will find healing as well.
Anyway can you find a grief support group at a local hospice or hospital? There are also some very good books on grief that will guide you through all the different emotions you might encounter on this rough road you are on. I assure you that whatever you are feeling it is normal and you are not alone. And no you did not sound selfish. You are in pain.
At this time, I\'m applying for General Assistance from Human Services and hoping I will get it (it won\'t pay much, but it\'d be better than nothing). I just wish I could get out of California period, because it\'s just too expensive to live here. So I\'m hoping and praying things will get better somehow, then I can finally take the time to grieve that I need to.
I am also looking for work at this time.
Try and ask you friends and family for help and support, tell them your dealing with your Dad\'s death aswell as you thought you would and your finding it hard to cope.
I know that is hard cos its like admitting defeat and you want to show the world how strong you are. I have a very good friend of mine who is there for me and has be there for me cos i now tell her that it HURTS. Try and get some help
I\'m afraid my family sitch is pretty complicated. The members who do care and would want to help live too far away, and the relatives living here in town don\'t seem very supportive. I\'m afraid to even talk to my brother because he hasn\'t been at all sensitive to my feelings, he\'s only been wanting Dad\'s money and some of his possessions. He\'s aware of the situation I\'m in but has made no offer to help.
I\'ve talked to friends here in town and they\'re doing what they can, but these are tough times for all of us and they can only do so much. Some friends are sending online donations, but they\'re feeling the pinch as well.
I hardly hear from some of my other friends, and I hate having to be the one to call them.