littledove67

I just wanted to say that I think it is wonderful that God allows us to feel the presence of our loved ones who have passed on. I lost my daddy in 2003 and am so glad that I feel his presence. I couldn't stand to be on this earth without it.

I understand as my dad died in 2003 from complications of this disease. I watched my daddy dwindle down to a shell of a man. I helped care for him on a daily basis, with feeding, diapering, bathing, and all the while could see the man he use to be in his eyes. And all the while wanting to be able to do something to bring my daddy back to me. My dad lost his speech first. I feel so awful because it is almost impossible for me to remember what my dad's voice sounds like. He was bedfast for almost ten years before the Lord took him home. But this still did nothing to prepare for the final act of letting him go. I know that it was best for him but I can hardly deal with the day to day activities of getting through life. I cry unexpectedly and stay depressed all the time. I was my daddy's buddy when I was younger. We did everything together, as he had no sons. There is just nothing that prepares a person for the loss of a parent. It doesn't matter how old you are when it happens. I relive the nightmare of the final minutes with my daddy very frequently. I can't seem to move past it. But you have to move on with life because I know that is what my father would have wanted. I just take the time to cry it out every so often and then pick myself up by my bootstraps and get on with living.

I understand completely what you are going through. I was with my daddy when he passed. It was an experience that I was not at all prepared for. My dad had been sick for quite awhile but that still didn't have me prepared. We made the decision to take him home after the doctor told us that it was time to preserve what dignity he had left. We did the whole hospice set up. But when the end time came, we were alone with dad. No hospice people. I knew that I was losing the only man who ever loved me unconditionally. It was horrible and a scene that I will never get out of my head. So understand where you are coming from. It doesn't get easier for me...I just go on.

I feel for your pain. I have heard of this type of thing happening. I have heard that people who have been together for the length of time that your parents were together, have a sense of what is going on even though they may be unresponsive to the world. The love that your parents shared went beyond this physical world, and allowed them to share this event. I know that it must have seemed unbearable. But your faith will help you through this. God Bless You!!!

God looked around His garden And found an empty place. He then looked down upon the earth And saw your tired face. He put His arms around you and lifted you to rest. God’s garden must be beautiful, He always takes the best. He knew that you were suffering, He knew you were in pain. He knew that you would never get well on earth again. He saw the road was getting rough, And the hills were hard to climb, So He closed your weary eyelids and whispered, “ Peace Be Thine.” It broke my heart to lose you, but you did not go alone& For part of me went with you the day God called you home.

Just take it one day at a time. No one can really say anything that will make the pain easier. But do know that I understand your pain. I lost my father in March 2002. It is like nothing I have ever dreamed. I thought I was ready for his death because he was sick for so very long, but boy was I wrong. You are never ready. I am just so very glad to have found this sight so that I have somewhere to vent my feelings and know that the others understand.

It is not wrong to feel nothing. My daughter lost her father in April. This was a man who had very little to do with her during her life. She is 15. He died suddenly of a blood clot in the brain. I thought she would fall apart when I told her....but she said "So". She didn't even want to go to the funeral, which I thought was her choice. So don't feel bad. Different people deal with grief in different ways.

I understand your grief and the feelings you are having. I lost my father in March of 2002. Even though i has been 1 1/2 years, it still seems as fresh as yesterday. I was with my father for his last breath. There is nothing like the pain of losing a parent. I was the baby of four girls. My dad was my hero. I still have to times of sobbing and helplessness. I just only know that I will one day see my dad again. I think that is what helps me through the hard times.

I lost my dad on March 21, 2003. He had been sick for a very long time. The history of my dad and me is that I was his buddy. I was the youngest of four girls, no boys. I did everything with my dad. I even worked with dad when I was old enough. Then, I was the one, along with my mother, who cared for my dad when he got sick. My oldest sister came when he got bad the last time. We were the ones who made the heart wrenching decision to stop all means of support for my father. He was on a feeding tube because he had several strokes. He couldn't talk for several years and was totally dependant on others for his care. My sister and I made the decision to bring him home to pass. We had the Hospice people who provide the care in the end. But when the final moment came, it was only my sister, myself and my husband. I thought I was prepared for this, but I was SOOOO wrong. I would trade being with my dad when he breathed his last but now I have the problem with dealing with what happened. I question myself as to whether or not I did the right thing. Was there something else I could have done? I do fine most days but then it hits me like a ton of bricks and I end up sobbing. I miss my dad so very much. And I know that he is in Heaven and I wouldn't want to take him away from that. But some days it is just so hard.