My dad passed away, his pain from cancer no longer two weeks ago now. He had just turned 62 and got the news he had stage 4 pancreatic cancer.
I cared for him at my house I never felt I had time to just stop and think how I’d cope when he’d gone. I’m 25 and my dads funeral is in a weeks time. My heart aches and I can’t get images of my lovely dad being so poorly with cancer erased from my head. I hope this will change?
i honestly feel depressed, one day I’ll carry on and I’ll feel relatively okay organising funeral bits and chatting to people or looking after my 12 month old. But in the evenings my mind wonders, I had 2 months of loving my dad since he was diagnosed before he went. I feel angry, sad, frustrated I didn’t get time. I didn’t get time to take him away to make more memories, for him to see my baby’s first birthday (3 days after he passed away).
I feek constantly worried and paranoid I’ll become sick or someone else I love and adore will be taken away.
I feel scared about doing life without my dad by my side, who else will check up on me like he did? Nobody compares to him. I thought I knew about heartbreak, but I clearly didn’t have a clue. Because although I can’t eveb always cry or express it I’m really hurting.