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Thursday, 28 April 2011

A to Z challenge: W is for .... wanting to move forward

As many of my regular readers know I lost my Dad 6 weeks ago. He passed away of Pneumonia and he was too sick to recover. I miss him terribly and dedicated a blog to him just to be able to cope with my loss. I wish I could move forward but I feel stuck.  I feel like the person who got stuck in mud and has no one to pull me out. The thing is, I have to go through this and I'm not a very enduring person. If I can find a way out to lessen the length of the circumstances then I'll take it. This however, is a whole different thing; I have to go through each day and experience every emotion as it hits me. There is no other way!

It is THE hardest thing I have ever had to go through and I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy (not that I have too many of those, but you get the point) Every day I think about him and everything reminds me of him. I guess that I am moving forward but being an impatient person, I guess it doesn't feel fast enough.  I like to get things done but this is a process that cannot be rushed!  Have you ever lost a parent? How did you learn to cope with it? i'd really like to know

1 comment:

  1. My condolences to your loss, I know pretty well how much you're hurting! And guess what - everyone who tells you that it becomes easier is right (as much as I hated it when I was grieving - it is true). The first year is just nasty; be prepared for feeling down out of the blue ... it will become better eventually. After the first year, you just know you survived all those special occasions once, so cou can do it again. I have lost both parents and both in-laws; every loss was a unique experience, and so was the process afterwards. My advice would be: try to go on with your life; speak about your feelings to people who know and love you; be prepared for tears out of the blue - and let them happen. Remember? it will become better - but it does take time. big big hug, Frauke