yummybytes
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... please lift me and my mom up!!
I lost my Dad on January 25th 2007. He was in a coma since 10/18/06. It was, and still has been on many level the worst few months of my life. He lived right across the street from us and we were very very close. He was the epitome of a great father and husband. The many hundreds of guests at the funeral home, memorial and wake was just another testament of what a truly awesome person he was.
Today, 9/1, would have been his 62nd Birthday. My family was always huge about birthdays. Not so much these days. I did well at the warly part of the day, tried to keep myself occupied with things around the house to divert my attention, but then went to church and to the cemetary and since then... I've been a wreck.
While I have a strong support in my husband, who is a carbon copy of my father for that epitome of a great father and husband thing, I hate to burden him with so much when he has already gotten me through a year of hell. My brothrs and sisters mean well, but they all seem to be in contention with each other about which of them is suffeing the most because of my father's death, so I shy away from their dramatics and don't rely on them for support. All they ever do is argue with each other it seems so I stay out of it. It's safest that way.
However... I just feel like I'm crumbling and could use a few extra prayers right now. I am trying so hard to be strong for my mom who has been through even more, but I don't want to bottle it all up.
Thanks... just getting this out was helpful, to be honest.
I lost my Dad on January 25th 2007. He was in a coma since 10/18/06. It was, and still has been on many level the worst few months of my life. He lived right across the street from us and we were very very close. He was the epitome of a great father and husband. The many hundreds of guests at the funeral home, memorial and wake was just another testament of what a truly awesome person he was.
Today, 9/1, would have been his 62nd Birthday. My family was always huge about birthdays. Not so much these days. I did well at the warly part of the day, tried to keep myself occupied with things around the house to divert my attention, but then went to church and to the cemetary and since then... I've been a wreck.
While I have a strong support in my husband, who is a carbon copy of my father for that epitome of a great father and husband thing, I hate to burden him with so much when he has already gotten me through a year of hell. My brothrs and sisters mean well, but they all seem to be in contention with each other about which of them is suffeing the most because of my father's death, so I shy away from their dramatics and don't rely on them for support. All they ever do is argue with each other it seems so I stay out of it. It's safest that way.
However... I just feel like I'm crumbling and could use a few extra prayers right now. I am trying so hard to be strong for my mom who has been through even more, but I don't want to bottle it all up.
Thanks... just getting this out was helpful, to be honest.