The day my Dad died was the worse day of my life even though earlier that year I had been diagnosed with a rare leukemia. He was my rock and then 4 months later he was gone. I saw him on the Friday and spoke to and that weekend. He was down at my brothers and then the Monday he was coming back. The weekend after we were going to go away for my birthday.
The day it happen I felt like it wasn’t a good day and felt depressed anyway when I got the call from Mum that Dad had heart attack while he was driving and was taking by ambulance I knew that he was gone. I remember dropping to the floor when I rang my husband and after being sick.
Everything was happening all at once. Mum had to deal with losing her husband and having me very sick.
I missed him so much and for that year I remember crying every night was hard and I still get upset thinking about him. It has made Mum and I closer. Been nearly 6 years in June.
Would be great to speak to him. I know he helped me through my treatment and maybe that’s why he had to go but I wish he was here as he would not let you feel sorry for yourself. Which in the back of my head always remind myself of that.
Love and miss your DAD xx RIP
Posted by girl, 1st April 2015