It is now 8 and a half months since I lost my dad. Now it will be his birthday in 2 weeks' time and I don't know what to do. Normally I would be getting him a big card, planning his favourite foods and shopping for a gift. Now I can't walk past a men's shop and not tear up, I can't buy his favorite pastries even for mom. I peeked into his bedside drawers now in my room, and can't bear to move any of his things.
I've somehow moved from being traumatically grieving to being sad, to being a zombie again. I move through life caring for mom - it's like the only thing keeping me on earth. If she wasn't here, I'd so gladly leave this terrible earth - there's nothing here for me.
How to honor my dad, and remember him without breaking down and upsetting mom (she's fragile and been ill the past month) ... God seems so silent, and my prayers are just jumbles of words because my heart and soul is dead.
Seems like every one of us has been created to be sad ... who hasn't lost a parent or spouse or child?
My MIL had a stroke, but the stars really were in alignment for her:background: the DIL and son in this story live in San Diego, we live in Los AngelesI tend to start my stop watch when "things" happen1) She was talking on the phone to a DIL, and DIL noticed the slurred speech.2) DIL told her husband to call my wife, then me (wife was at the gym, and not reachable)3) I was not at the gym due to...
My dad's health is really bad. When he starts running a fever he refuses to follow doctors instructions to immediately get medical attention. This would prevent him from having to go into the hospital. So EVERY TIME he has a cold, he ends up in the hospital. Since he is doing it to himself, if he goes this time I am not going to visit him.