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Originally Posted by sexiixtc 
Well, when he died.. I couldn't care less.. but after a couple years.. it just hit me more and more..
My dad's gone.. I can't bring him back.... whatever type of person he was.. he was my father.. he helped give me life.. and now he's gone... and what did I do?!!! I'm so ashamed of myself!!!! I don't think anyone understands!!!!  |
Edith, I understand.
Dear, you were so young then. You had no way of looking at the situation then with the maturity that you have now. You were a young girl, a child. There is no reason for you to be ashamed of yourself for your feelings at that time. I have had a conversation about this with my youngest sister many times. She was 14 when our dad died, I was 27. She was so angry with him at the time, she moved to our other sister's house to be away from him. She was 30 before she started to feel the grief of loosing him.
I don't think it matters how much time we have a parent with us or what choices they made in their own lives. There is a bond there that goes to our soul. When they are gone, and it does not matter how long they are gone, the grief of the loss is still there. Grief is a funny thing, it hangs around knowing that some day we will have to deal with it.
This morning I pray for your grief. I also pray for joy for your soul, because no matter how strong our pain....the joy is still in our lives just waiting for us. Auntie Jeanie