My Dad My Hero!
I lost my Dad on the 8th September 2010. It was that terrible demon Cancer. He was an amazing man he was a loving Husband to my Mum for more than 50years. They had an amazing love story they held hands right up until the end. Mum would visit him everyday no matter what it took she was there. It was May 2010 when the news came through, that to despite the best efforts the treatment he had endured had not been successful. Those words still haunt me, I left the room, I couldn’t accept that my Dad was dying. I made myself write a letter telling him everything he had meant to me in my life. That letter somehow helped me start the grieving process. What followed was nothing short of hell, watching the man, the Father, I knew being taken away. The helplessness I felt was overwhelming. We were lucky enough that he fought on to see his 78th Birthday and another Father’s Day. After that I watched as my Mother nursed him until, the ambulance came to take him from her and their home. It was the saddest thing I have ever watched. I was glad I was there and that she was not alone. From then, it only took 5 days and he was gone. The call came at 10.45pm my Brother’s voice on the other end saying “he’s gone”. Even though I knew when the phone rang, that is what the call was about I still wasn’t ready for the words to be said out loud. In that moment my life changed forever, my protector the man who knew me best and accepted me for whom I was, had been taken away. The days that followed were a blur, I had two children who needed me a Husband who was also grieving having lost both parents 6 months apart the same year, we had a loss no one should ever have to endure. Three parents in one year, that was without a doubt a year from hell. I spoke at all the Funerals my Dad’s being the hardest of all. It was somehow my way of letting them know that I would never forget them and what that had meant to me and how they had left their footprints in my heart. Life went on the kids, home life relationships etc. I had to get up and put one foot in front of the other. Mum was my priority I had promised Dad I would look after her, and that is exactly what I did to the best of my ability and continue to do so to this day, despite it being frowned upon by some members of my family, some of my siblings to be exact. Their reaction to say the least was terrible, here we were having just lost our Dad, knowing how important family was to him didn’t seem to matter, the family just shattered. I no longer feel close to those siblings who have treated me with disrespect. As sad as that is I have put a wall around my heart so they can’t hurt me anymore. I just thank everyday for my wonderful Mum, Husband Kids, and my siblings (the ones that respect me) and my amazing friends for whom without them I could not still be standing. My final words go to my Fantastic Father I honor you by remembering who you were, wearing a pendant in part a tribute to you, the day you left us and became part of the Southern Cross is what I have engraved on the back of that pendant. Thank you for this opportunity to have this tribute site. Thank you Thank you Thank you.