acomasdiaz
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I was always daddy's little girl. My mom and dad had each been married before and had kids of their own but I was the only one they had together. My dad was much older that mom (over 20 years). My dad was 57 when I born so all my life I remember him always saying that he wanted to be there to see me graduate high school. Then it was to see me graduate college, then to see me get married, then to see me have kids. Well, he got to see all that...so I guess he was ready to go. I, on the hand, was not ready.
My dad passed away two months ago and sometimes it feels like it was yesterday. Last September, we went to Disney for labor day with my sister's family for the weekend. On Monday night, my mom called us and told us that she thought we should come back early the next day. So, we did, and we found my dad to be in pretty bad shape. My dad, had been suffering from kidney problems for 10 years and he never wanted to start dialysis. On that day, we were told if he didn't start emergency dialysis he would only make it another couple of days.
He started dialysis by the end of the week. My dad was 88 and dialysis was really hard on him. He decided to stop the dialysis on May 3rd. He simply couldn't take it any more. On Mother's day (May 9th), he told me that he didn't think he had much time. That just broke my heart. This was my dad and I couldn't imagine life without him. On May 17th, he passed away. I stayed with him the last 5 days. I literally sat by his bed for 5 days, day and night. I didn't sleep for more than 3 hours each night because I had a fear that he would pass away while I was sleeping. Every time the nurse moved my heart would stop. I watched him slip away slowly those days. From smiling and saying he was feeling good on Thursday, to telling me he loved me for the last time the next day, to getting no response from him at all the last two days. I was with him when he took his last breath and I will never forget the moment that the strongest man I know, my hero, my dad, left me.
I think about him every day and I miss him more than I thought was humanly possible. I simply can't understand not being able to hear his voice or see his smile or even get a hug from him anymore. I had him for 33 years and can't imagine not having him around anymore.
I can't tell you how much getting to just share this here means to me. My DH, isn't very good with death. When he sees me crying, he doesn't say anything and usually just leaves the room. So, I am alone alot. I have two kids (ages 2 & 5), so they usually acknowledge my crying and say hey miss him too but quickly move on. I know with time it will get easier but that just seems impossible right now...
My dad passed away two months ago and sometimes it feels like it was yesterday. Last September, we went to Disney for labor day with my sister's family for the weekend. On Monday night, my mom called us and told us that she thought we should come back early the next day. So, we did, and we found my dad to be in pretty bad shape. My dad, had been suffering from kidney problems for 10 years and he never wanted to start dialysis. On that day, we were told if he didn't start emergency dialysis he would only make it another couple of days.
He started dialysis by the end of the week. My dad was 88 and dialysis was really hard on him. He decided to stop the dialysis on May 3rd. He simply couldn't take it any more. On Mother's day (May 9th), he told me that he didn't think he had much time. That just broke my heart. This was my dad and I couldn't imagine life without him. On May 17th, he passed away. I stayed with him the last 5 days. I literally sat by his bed for 5 days, day and night. I didn't sleep for more than 3 hours each night because I had a fear that he would pass away while I was sleeping. Every time the nurse moved my heart would stop. I watched him slip away slowly those days. From smiling and saying he was feeling good on Thursday, to telling me he loved me for the last time the next day, to getting no response from him at all the last two days. I was with him when he took his last breath and I will never forget the moment that the strongest man I know, my hero, my dad, left me.
I think about him every day and I miss him more than I thought was humanly possible. I simply can't understand not being able to hear his voice or see his smile or even get a hug from him anymore. I had him for 33 years and can't imagine not having him around anymore.
I can't tell you how much getting to just share this here means to me. My DH, isn't very good with death. When he sees me crying, he doesn't say anything and usually just leaves the room. So, I am alone alot. I have two kids (ages 2 & 5), so they usually acknowledge my crying and say hey miss him too but quickly move on. I know with time it will get easier but that just seems impossible right now...
