accept my father's death.

My mother, three sisters and I were all with him and close to him as he took his last breath and shed his last tear. We all shed our tears with him for that last time as well. For the first few years, I kept my emotions to myself. Seeing how hard my family (especially my mom) took the whole ordeal, I wanted to show them that I was “strong”. From time to time, I would weep in secrecy. It was just in the past couple years after I moved in with my girlfriend when I finally started to let out all of my emotions towards this. There would be times that I would just break down into tears and too stunned to speak. Just recently, my emotions have been catching up with me, and I find myself feeling so off struck by the fact that he’s gone. I am very confused as to how I’ve been feeling lately, and is worried if this is some form of depression or if it may lead up to it.

My dad died two weeks ago tonight. My brothers and I were with him, holding him, kissing him as he passed.

I miss him and hope he’s OK.

I have never felt like the same person since he died. I used to be so much more confident in myself – a part of me died when he did, and I miss that part of me almost as much as him.
I bottle my grief up day to day then sometimes it just comes out in spades. I don’t think I should still be feeling like this but I do. I think it’s been too long to ask for help.

my dad died almost three years ago.
i was 13 and he protected me from life in a way that i saw it but was never taught how to deal with it. maybe it was that he always knew the answer, i know that sounds clichéd, but he did. my mum saw me cry 3 times in the first year of him dieing.. and then my family breaks up.. and my step father all of a sudden is my father or so he says.. and then my dads family (my brother sister step mother) move away.. for—ever? fuck. no one sees me upset because i have hid it for so long and i just dont feel that poeple will be able to deal with me if they see it now. i feel selfish and guilty although know what i should be thinking. its not something that ever goes away i have found, everyday i need him. he’s my dad…

does anyone know of any support groups in australia for teenagers who have lost their parents?

My dad passed away almost 4 years ago and i cant seem to get over it. i was 16 when he passed unexpectedly, i dont think i ever really morned his death and im scared that one day im going to fall into a million pieces.

My father died five years ago. I miss him everyday. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I live life everyday…but I miss him. He died so young and will miss all of the important events of my life. Does anyone have any advice on the best way to accept a death as significant as a parent? I don’t have that typical mother/daughter relationship – my mother is involved in my life, but my dad was the most significant parent for me. I really need to move on with my life and I fear that until I do this, I won’t be able to. Thanks.

Today would have been his 53rd birthday. I still really miss him. It’s amazing to me that when you lose a parent, you can feel so empty for so long.

cancer…long, drawn out cancer.
i was 18, my sister, 15.
it’s been 5 years.
i was the strong one at the time.
and now, i’m the one who you’ll find crying in the shower on random nights.

at family therapy (mom, dad, sister, me—1 session, then never went back) i vocalized my sadness that he wouldn’t be able to walk me down the aisle.
he cried.
2 months ago i got married.
and my grandfather (his father) walked me.

it didn’t even compare.

I just got back to the city from being back in Ohio. My grandmother died. She was my father’s mother. It was the first funeral I’ve been to since my father’s. The whole family kept saying, “we miss him so much” or “we really wish your dad was still here…” I just wanted to say “no shit” “i wish he was here too…” It’s been almost five years. I wish I could tell him about what I’ve been doing. I just got my first “real job” outside of the restaurant industry. I’m using my degree and thinking about going to graduate school. I miss him. Why can’t I get over it?

It took me almost a decade, and I don’t think the sadness will ever go away, but at least I’m not angry anymore. And I am able to talk about him, laugh, and share memories, so it’s good.