Losing dad when he had many more years of creativity to give

My dad died of lung cancer about 3 weeks ago and he never smoked in his life. He was only 67 and had got over throat cancer 10 years ago which left him with difficulties which upset him. He got metastesies to the spine which parylised him in his last 2 weeks of life, he was previously an extremely active and practical man, and a builder and gardener, creating wonderful and beautiful things. I wasn't  able to see him for 4 months due to coronavirus lockdown, and I missed sharing my 30th birthday with him. I previously visited every weekend, driving after work to be with my parents.

When I saw him again, in his last 2 weeks, I had to physically care for him with my mum. It was physical and mental 'torture' for him and he expressed he already felt he was in a coffin and was choking and couldnt breathe. He would wake up confused, forgetting he was parylised and bed ridden with a feeding tube he had fitted again 5 months prior. He no longer had the pleasure of drinking and eating at all in his last 5 months. There were times when he cried and begged to die, which was distressing for us all. Other times he was hopeful and looking up plants, and gardening projects we could do for him, or outdoor wheelchairs to get in his beautiful garden. He was stuck in a hospital bed and desperate to get out in a wheelchair on a deck we quickly built for him so he could be out in nature in his beloved garden. He never got that opportunity to get out of the bed.

Luckily in these last 3 weeks since he died, the sadness, grief, disbelief and horrible visions and nightmares and memories have faded slightly in favour of pleasant and loving memories of the past. The panick attacks and feeling of being lost have reduced somewhat. I still wake up and forget for a split second, thinking he'll be sitting out I'm the sun with his cat drinking a coffee, and giving the cat his buttery toast crust. I rouse myself to go join him, and then I remember he's dead. His cat is sleeping next to me now which is a comfort.

I am eternally *** off that I lost my dad when he was too young, and so am I, and so is my mum and sister. I know others lose parents even younger, but I am bereft that he will not meet grandchildren and be there for important and mundane life events.

Luckily I am off work, but my job entails working with older people who need healthcare and much of the daily equipment my dad had to use. I enjoy the job a lot, but they disclose to me their agony of losing spouses to cancer, or having diseases themselves, and I would cry in my car afterwards thinking this awaits my dad shortly. So I am frightened to go back to work and see/hear it all over again. In addition lots of people's older children in their mid/late 60s (same age as my dad) used to offload to me their concerns of their parent's ailments/diseases or would complain about the NHS for minor things when we are doing our best; and all the while I was 30 and my dad was dying, and I had to listen and console people in their 60s who worry about their 80 yr old parents. It took all my nerve not to shout at them that at least their 80/90 year old parent was still here and not dying yet! Whereas my dad who was in his 60s had little time left, and I couldn't even be with him due to lockdown. I felt so robbed that I was allowed to visit other people's homes in a mask and ppe to provide equipment and health advice, but not allowed to visit my own dad.

I am worried to go back to my job as I am annoyed at older people who still have their parents alive and well or lost them at a natural age in their 80s/90s. 

It is sad for everyone to lose a patent, but I feel robbed that I lost my dad when I was 30.

We were very close and similar, and used to laugh, argue, talk, create projects and creative things, debate, share rude jokes, and share gardening and practical tips.

I dont know why I wrote all that I'm just annoyed at life being sh*te, and can't believe my dad has died, and I have to carry on and be normal, and other people still have their parents well in to their 60s. They've got over 30 more years than I do, lucky beggars. I guess this is the anger stage? Although I still don't believe it's real.

I am doing some of his gardening and repair chores around the house, but I'm not as good, or parts of his tools have been misplaced.

I'm annoyed and sad, and jealous, and numb that I lost my dad years before I should have. He deserved far more years of life, and he really would have made the best of it, just as he did to the very end. The world has lost a brilliant, creative, witty, and humorous man who cared a lot for nature and practical creativity. He was still making creative building and gardening plans and writing ideas in his little book, and telling us step by step how to complete them on his behalf. He has left a great legacy and we are proud. 

  • Hi there, 

     

    First of all, im really sorry for your loss.  I just lost my Dad - well it was 6 weeks ago, but its still quite raw. I am at the stage now where I am stuck trying to figure out all his finances, banks, car, you name it. It seems never ending. The irony is I need him here for his advice, and  he aint here no more :(   He was 78 when he died, I am 44, i still feel like i lost him too soon. You're very young at 30 to lose your Dad and i really feel for you. 

     

    I lost my Dad to the treatment that is supposed to help him - he had multiple myeloma which is a blood cancer. He didnt die from that. though,  the treatment wiped his immune system out which caused him to have acute respirotory failure. So it was a shock to find him laying face down out of his bed. 

     

    You Dad seems like a really great guy and your story reminded me of my Dad. He was also creative, really practical, he was a hands on guy that could fix anything and his advice throughout life meant the world to me.  He created a fantastic life for us all, a self made man who left me his fortune. Even though he had faith in my abilities to carry on what he left me, i still feel inadequate, insecure, worried that I will run everything into the ground, you name it. I guess that comes with the uncertainty that comes with losing someone so close. He was my hero.

     

    I guess it will take time before both me and you get back to a sense of normal. As far as your job, you will have to decide whether it affects you band enough that you cant carry on. But at least see. You are in total control of your destiny so if it isn't for you anymore then be honest with yourself and make steps to change. 

     

    I wish you nothing but the best, its an awful time when you lose someone (this is my first significant loss) so its very painful still. Some days i feel fine, then i have moments where im  crushed by his passing.  I just wish I could talk to him one more time. 

     

    All the best my friend. I know you'll be ok. Just dont rush anything and take time out for yourself. 

     

    Peacewind. 

  • Hello,

    Thanks so much for your lovely reply, it really helps to make you feel less alone. Especially if people have similar situations and loss of the practical and life advice in life that our dad''s gave us.

    I wrote my post late at night, feeling very lonely, frustrated and consumed with thoughts; some traumatic and anxious, and some loving and reassured at his memories. So I hope I didn't sound too resentful of others who still have their dads. I think it was a momentary thing, getting myself worked up.

    I've heard of myeloma, my work friend's dad had it, and he died in January, and she was heartbroken as he was young too, in his 70s.

    I'm sorry the treatment made yoir dad so unwell. My dad's friend died of respiritory complications from one final chemo treatment being too much for him when he was already quite weak. But one piece of comfort his family can take from him dying earlier, is that he didnt have too much of the torture and all the other things late stage cancer entails. 

    I'm so sorry about the way you found your dad lying near his bed. I hope he was peaceful, and you know now he is not in any more pain and anguish. It always comforts and distressed me when people say that, as it half reminds you of the pain they had, but I mean it genuinely. 

    I know exactly what you mean about all the admin tasks and chores. We're struggling with the bank and car stuff, but luckily my mum is guiding us as executors. There's so many times I've gone oh I just need to ask dad, and then I remember I can't. Or as you say about carrying on their legacy and life's work. My dad built our home from a dilapidated abandoned old ruin and created marvellous extensions and arches etc. He plumbed it and did the electrics and there's, but we have a well for water, a septic tank and gas bottles, log fire for hot water etc. So it's a difficult house to keep running and things are slowly breaking and I try my best to repair them and I'm not as good. Or he may have taught me 5 years ago the specifics of how the toilet flush empties and now we've forgotten. My mum was clearing out sewerage waste the other day, and trying to get the water running again, and we laughed and thought I bet very few people have to clean out pipes of human poo, and get their water running on top of death admin only a couple weeks after their loved one dies. 

    Thanks for your reply, I'm very interested about your dad as he sounds an interesting man too. We know they have passed on their greatness and creativity to us and it is a comfort we can carry it on. And just remember, your dad was in your shoes too once, wondering where to begin and how to carry on, and doing things through trial and error. Dont be frightened of getting things wrong or not doing it quite right as thays probably how he learned himself. He managed spectacularly, and so will you!