visergy Posted April 22, 2014 Report Share Posted April 22, 2014 I remember the time my Mum told me that my Dad probably wouldn't be around in 10 years' time. I was certainly old enough to understand why: with Bronchiectasis in his lungs since his early 20s, I knew he'd never make it to 100. He made it to 67, dying early July, 2013. He never coped well with winters. Mum and Dad would go on road trips over the winter months to warmer climates, wherever possible, because winters aggravated his lung condition. It was August (winter here in Australia) that his health first went downhill quickely and he ended up in hospital as we prepared for the worst. Spring came, and his health seemed to stabilise, giving us not quite a false sense of hope, perhaps just a second wind. A few more hospitalisations later, and he was on a permanent breathing machine and a pale, waif shadow of his former self. I lived in the family home, helping my mother to look after him, along with the assistance of home-based nursing care. This second wind lasted 10 months, and I experienced antipatory grief throughout. The day before winter 2013, his health tumbled one last time, and we lost him four days later. I required a viewing at the funeral home the day of his funeral, otherwise the last image I'd have of my father was him being taken away in a body bag the night he died. I miss Dad terribly. There's a 'hole' where he once was, and - to me - the house has almost lost it's 'home' status. Dad built this home, poured his soul into it. Mum and I struggle on, existing as best we can; but we're both lonely, both shadows of our own former selves. In many ways, our paths have mirrored Dad's. We're heading closer and closer to winter 2014, and I know that this is going to be a very difficult time for us both. I don't believe I have had the chance to truly grieve 'healthily', rather that the process was stalled. This is due to my having psychiatric issues of my own, so my doctor put me into a clinic as I wasn't coping with the stress of Dad being so sick then dying. A one month stay turned into seven long months. Upon returning home I went on to suffer from frequent panic attacks, barely able to leave the house on my own. I have a therapist who helps me with my psych issues, but no-one specifically for the grief. I'm eager to learn more about grief, and decided upon this website as it's 'open 24/7', so-to-speak, which is a comforting thought for me in that I can access it whenever I need to. Thank you for being here, I truly appreciate it. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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