Dad died
What happened? Where did he go? These aren't really questions...or if they are they really aren't asking for an answer because the answers are irrelevant to how I feel. "Knowing" is not what I need; I need accepting because knowing changes not one thing. Accepting they say does help.
Anyway, I came here because my mom wanted me to research the seven stages of grief. I'll print them out, but if she's looking for a road map it won't really help. She and I like to know where we're going. The difference is I have spent the past 20 years learning how to cope with NOT knowing where you're going. No one could tell me a road map wasn't what I wanted; mom won't be able to listen either. So, I'll print the seven stages and maybe it will give her just enough help that she can work out the rest of it.
Funny how losing Dad means talking about Mom. But, then, Dad liked talking about Mom..."Hey there, cutie! Fifty-five years with this little lady...did you know that...she's a nurse you know!" Pride and love...that's how others experienced my Dad's feelings for Mom. So, he'd be talking about Mom now, too.
