My Dad...my hero
My dad passed peacefully on April 24, 2012. I am the youngest (51) of four girls, mom has full blown Alzheimer's. I am taking care of everything. We had his memorial this past Friday, and today I spent most of the day taking care of my Dad's personnel business. I have not cried except for the morning we found him. He died alone. Something that hurts me. I have helped him and my mom for the last 4 years. Every aspect of their lives I have been involved in. Now i sit here tonight, still having good thoughts about my dad. He passed suddenly, and yet I am ok with that because that is what he wanted. He was 83, and lived a full life. Will the grief come? I feel so confident that he is good. The night he passed I was 65 miles away, and was woken in the middle of the night with a major anxiety attack. I contributed it to my husband being out of town, but now I look back and know it is when my father died. I know I have so much to take care of, and I am up for the task, but am I using that for an excuse. My sisters continue to work, and haven't thought twice of what is still left. They are concerned about the material items, but my statement is that everything goes to my mom. I don't think I even want their help, but I guess just the offer to help would have been nice to hear. I don't mean to complain. I don't know, but I do know that I had a wonderful relationship with my father, and will miss him dearly, but know he will be in my heart forever
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