Hi Guys.
I lost my dad a few weeks ago now. He had cancer of the oesaphagus and it had metastasized to various parts of his body. Diagnosed in June so has all happened really quickly.
I was sort of expecting it to happen as he got really poorly really quick but thought we had till at least after christmas. I have cried myself to sleep on a few occasions and I find myself crying randomly during the day sometimes, but it still doesn't somehow seem real. Me and my siblings were there him when he died in my house so I know he's gone but theres this big part of me that almost seems like Im holding on to something that won't let me process and grieve properly.
He moved into mine for the last few months and I took some tine off work to be there for him as much as I could, but I have this constant feeling of guilt ALL the time. There were times when I stayed downstairs while he slept upstairs and I just think.. why didnt I just stay up there with him more. Why didn't I move him downstairs sooner. Why did I get so upset and frustrated when he didn't have the energy to eat and drink.
Its been a long few months and I was preety much the only person doing most of the caring for him but I just don't feel Like I've done enough.
I'm trying to put on this brave face. I've been trying to keep myself busy and distracted to blot out the pain but I know eventually its going to catch up with me.
Anyway, sorry its so long winded. I suppose I just needed to let it all out.
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