He always thought about others...
I am old and I just lost my father. You would think that grief would be limited. You know, "Oh, well he was 89."
And, yet, as I described myself to a friend, "I feel broken-hearted." My mother, too, is gone, and it just feels lonely.
I am lucky to have a good husband, wonderful son, and terrific grandson, but I am the legal guardian for my adopted brother and I fear most of all that I won't be able to fulfill my promise to my father that I will take care of him.
Both my parents really dedicated their lives to my brother. And he needed it. Now, there's just me...and I don't want to fail my parents.
I am learning a lot from grief, but I don't like it. Perhaps one day, when I have perspective, it will feel different.
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