pubba said:
Everyone says it just takes time..I know deep down that this is true. But how much time?
Sometimes I think it would have been easier if he had died suddenly as opposed to watching his body shut down over 9 months. Poor bastard. It's worse because he was such an awesome guy.
Shit, two and a half years since I lost my dad and Im still a mess over it. Though it was a bit complicated
so I guess heres my prospective on it:
We werent very close, for most of my childhood I only thought of him as a worthless drunk that never cared about me or my family. A year before he passed it finally sunk in that he had tried his best, and that in spite of all his failures, was still proud of bringing me and my siblings into the world. I got a call a few months later, and hes dying in the hospital, basically having committed suicide.
Ive suffered with depression my entire life, and during the whole process of setting up the funeral and such, I was just in this weird daze. I wasnt sad, I didnt cry, I didnt eat, sleep. So few people stood up during the service we held for him, that I basically stood up for a long ass time trying to make it seem like it was all worth it, clinging to the few good moments I had shared with him in life. I only realized shortly after that I was speaking for both of us. His end really sort of mirrored me in a twisted way. Depressed, no family to count on, no friends, and as a son, I never really made it any better
so he just
gave up.
Two weeks after I got back home and sat in my room, I was holding onto something that belonged to him, and it finally hit me
I dont think Ive ever cried harder in my entire life.
So now every Christmas, or during his birthday, or during Valentine s Day (the day he was taken off life support) I just feel like an absolute mess. Randomly from time to time my own depression wanders into those thoughts as well, beating myself up over all the time lost and such. My brother just recently had a child, and during that day I couldnt feel happy at all, because all I thought about was that my dad never got to see his granddaughter.