Last Post: 3:43:12am, 10/20/2024
Lost my dad in March and it hit like a train. Last time I spoke to him I'd called him to tell him about passing my driving theory and being really chuffed. I really looked up to him, metaphorically and physically (he was 6"9).
Got the call he'd passed over the phone when my brother rang me. My youngest brother was with him and tried to resuscitate him when he went, so he got it worst. I broke down in a shop with my gf during the call and rushed straight there.
It kept coming in waves of sadness. My uncle (older brother of my dad) said it best "it comes in waves, you need to ride the waves of sadness as time makes them further and further apart".
Got ok just before the funeral (was a month after) and then on the day it all came back, the reality he was gone for good.
Doing ok now, the waves hit every now and again, but they're more manageable.
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F.C. Stokalona
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