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facing the reality of life

my father passed on sunday 1/25/15 at the age o 76 after a short battle with a very aggressive cancer. I have spent the last few days going thru his affairs and making arrangements for his funeral today and cannot help but think about our past together. my dad and I spent a lot of time shooting and chasing bluetick * hounds all over this country, but with all the time we spent together there was never enough time for me to stop and tell him how much I apprieciated him and all he had tought me over the years until these last few days. I know this is something we all know but some of us don't get it until its way past due, just take the time to spend a few min and let them know , you might learn something about yourself in the process. thanks for hearing my rant.[:(]
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My deepest sympathies. Don't punish yourself for what was left unsaid. Your father was well aware and the words weren't necessary.
In my case I had the privilege of being with my dad for the last two months of his life. In effect he became my child. I took him to the hospital on Good Friday 2003. His kidneys were failing rapidly and we both knew it. Though I think he was ready to go, he was scared and I held his hand. This single small act may have been one of the most powerful events of my life as what passed between us could never have been expressed in words. My dad passed on May 15th of that year and I was with him.
Since my father donated his body to science and for other reasons there was no funeral. His ashes were returned to me a year later and I had the further privilege of personally burying him next to my mother. He's protected for eternity under the helmet he wore so proudly in WW2. It was all very private and personal. Placing that first shovel full of soil over his remains was possibly the most difficult thing I've ever done.
My point in sharing this is that you obviously care deeply about your father. Both of you were facing a difficult situation for the first time. Your father leaving and you staying behind. You may look back and think of things that might have been better handled. Don't beat yourself up. You did your best under trying circumstances. If anything was overlooked, your father understands. Being a parent I truly believe that your father probably feels worse about putting you through this than you do about his loss.
If there be any consolation in what I've shared, it's that your father left you one last gift. It, in fact, may be the greatest gift a parent could ever give a child... Strength. You'll eventually emerge from this a better man.
God Bless.
Why is it so hard to get out a few words of thanks to our fathers?
I am sorry for the loss of your father.
I'm sorry for your loss, jar. (And nord).
I need to go make a phone call.
Anyway, very sorry for your loss. I know that I'd love to talk to my father, again, but it's too late for that, and I just have to accept it. I don't think you ever get over a loss so great as this, you just learn to live with it, or not.
Unfortunately, there was a tremendous amount I didn't learn about him until after he died simply because he didn't want me to know. The facts would certainly have made it easier for me to understand some of his quirks and give some insight into how he treated me.
Oh well, I'm trying not to do that with my kids. My older Son is 14 miles away and we're usually together(working or playing)every week if not every day.
do not beat your self up we all have feelings of I should have after the passing of a loved one no matter how much we did.
It sure sounds like you a relation ship many would long to have with there dad , cherish the good memories and may he RIP
My dad passed 12 years ago we even worked together on several jobs ( working construction ) I can never remember hugging him at least after I was old enough to remember , we never spoke of love up till he had a few days left in life and told each other I still did not hug him but did hold his hand as strange as that sounds that was just how I was raised . we were never a contact , feelings type of family the men folk any way and sadly I have carried that with me into my adulthood with my sons , we knew we loved each other thru actions not words , if one of us needed any thing we were there for each other
I am glad we could help.