It has been 27 days now since Dad passed. Sometimes, I feel OK, like when I'm busy or working. Other times, I feel the loss so deeply that I sob and sob and can't breathe, and have to use my rescue inhaler. It's in times like this, that I pray that him being gone is some cruel joke that someone is playing on.me and that he is not really gone forever.
I know deep down.that this cannot be true bc he would never hurt me so deeply like this. It was never in his nature to do that.
My Mom is so dependent for companions that I feel almost obligated to take care of her bc my Dad was that person for her. Our relationship was always strained and the relationship that I had with Dad was something very special, so sometimes I wish that it had been her instead of him. I don't need judgement at this point, so please reserve comment on that.
I just don't know what to do at this point.
Someone please tell.me that I won't always feel this broken and lost.
Sheri
