Today is the 3-year anniversary of my father's death. I sat in the hospital room with him and my mother, holding his hand, just before he died.
I cried a little bit this morning, and yes, of course there were aspects of him that were endearing, but overall, I feel more at peace since he's been gone. He is the root of many of my troubles - he was a narcissist and emotionally abused me. He neglected me, rarely supported me, and was overly critical and controlling of me. All of my issues that I still struggle with today are a result of how he and my mother treated me.
So I feel very little today about the loss. It is not a loss for me in fact, it's a gain. I regained myself again. Even though I am stumbling around, a bit off kilter, I feel liberated.
So that's how I feel about my father dying.
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"Twenty-five years and my life is still trying to get up that great big hill of hope for a destination"
~4 Non Blondes
Last edited by Have Hope; Jun 16, 2025 at 06:25 AM.
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