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Main / don't understand something
« on: July 11, 2013, 03:27:03 PM »
For about three weeks my family members had pics of Dad and mention how something they saw on tv reminded them of Dad and made them cry. These things were on facebook. I don't get any response from them or support when I mention Dad after seeing a beautiful poem or something.  In fact many of my responses to things related to angels and stuff get deleted or else noone responds to what I put. I just don't know what is wrong with me. Dad has only been gone six months.  Am I not allowed to mention him in a positive way?
I hope I don't sound selfish.
Mustard

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Parent Loss / new here
« on: July 05, 2013, 09:40:39 PM »
Hello! I am new to the group. I lost my dear father, January 3rd of this year. He had an infection related to gout but nothing we deemed life threatening.  After about six weeks fighting the infection leaving him unable to use his hands he seemed to be improving. The last time I saw him it seemed we were preparing for his death even though we had no idea what was around the bend.  I told him how good of care he got from Mom and my brother and a nursing home could not have compared. He seemed so happy and I praised him for being able to feed himself and before I left he asked me to eat his favorite food with him and Mom= ice cream. I was anxious to get home but something told me to stay and eat ice cream with them. The smile on his face was worth it. After having a really good day the next day he suddenly fell off the chair not making a sound.
Mom had no indication he wasn't feeling well. The hospital worked on him forty five minutes but they could not bring him back. Apparently he had a massive heart attack. I was at my apartment when my friend heard on the scanner something was wrong at my parents house.  I knew it was bad because Mom never gets scared or calls the squad.  After we were told he was gone we all gathered in the room. I kissed him and told him I loved him. Dad told me I was the only one that knew he was afraid to die and that was the only thing he was afraid of. I keep wondering if he knew he was dying when the squad came. My neice was there and she thought she heard him crying.  My deepest hope is he didn't know he was dying. He was unresponsive the whole time. I wish I knew Dad was okay.  I wonder what I could have done if I were there. Two days after his death we were going to have a celebration for their sixty fifth wedding anniversary. His viewing was on their actual wedding anniversary.  It was all so surreal. This is my story. Thank you for allowing me to share it. Mustard

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