Coming home from beers with the boys from work, I felt pretty good. Great actually. It was a busy week, but very productive. We went out and blew off steam and had a lot of laughs. It is a good team. Then I came home and checked the SMDB and then some threads that I had posted to. This one was one of them. Reading that post in the state I’m in really brought me down.
Mind you, I also just posted that Life can be good if you let it…
But I’m a little drunk and the thread hit too close to home and I confess I’m sitting here with tears in my eyes.
Life can be good if you let it, but sometimes its a bitch.
I posted this in the other thread too you both should know that you are not alone. I, too, lost my dad to emphysema and it’s miserable. The pain of losing a parent is something that effected me on a very base level. Without going into a long monologue, suffice it to say I took the opportunity to make some changes in my life and am now remembering to be grateful for each day that I have on this earth.
Bless you both. If you want to talk, my email addy is in my profile.
Khadaji, after posting this, it occurred to me that it might have sounded snarky. If so, I apologize. I don’t even know what I meant by this comment. I certainly didn’t mean to downplay or belittle your feelings. I hope that you have people you can lean on and turn to. I have such people in my life, and am counting them as true blessings right now.
I’ve been surprised by how often someone will post something like “I’m a little tipsy”, or “I’m kind of drunk”, here. Seems more common than I remember from other boards. Maybe the honesty level is higher, here.
FWIW, I thought it was a nice post you made to norinew’s thread. I tried, but couldn’t come up with anything I thought was worth posting, other than a general sympathy post. And, he doesn’t know me, so it seemed inappropriate, at the time.
But, both of you have my deepest sympathies.
I lost my father when I was seven. He went to work one morning and never came home. The first we knew about it was when a state policeman showed up at our door, with a priest standing behind him. He’d suffered a heart attack while driving on the highway, and managed to pull over and climb into the back seat, where he died. I didn’t even get to see him, that morning, because he’d left before I got up. So, if there’s anything good about your situations, it’s that you at least have/had the opportunity to say goodbye. It doesn’t sound like much, now, but it will offer some comfort, in the future.
I totally agree. I really dreaded calling my father. I didn’t want to. But I’m so glad now that I did. It is very comforting to know that we said goodbye properly. My sympathies on the loss of your father.
I’m sorry. I guess I didn’t read your post thoroughly enough. I don’t know why I assumed you were a man. And, thank you. In my case, it was so long ago, it’s no longer painful, really.
One of my biggest regrets in life, possibly the biggest, is that I didn’t say goodbye to my mother, properly. I won’t bore people with the details. I’ll just wish that others don’t make the same mistake.
