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Jun. 25th, 2016 09:52 pmThank you very much to everyone who commented on the previous post. I'm going through periods of being okay to being completely devastated. But I know that everything happened the way he wanted; he passed away at home and my mom and I were right by his side. He didn't go through any of the pain the hospital guaranteed he would go through and he was never strung out on drugs.
Mom and I have started the pretty arduous process of going through his stuff and getting the house set up for our new normal. We also went to the shelter and got two kittens, because a death in the family is definitely a good time to get new pets, right? Yeah. Probably not the best idea but they've brought some laughter and also annoyance (CATS) to the house and that's pretty important.
We're doing okay. We've been able to laugh about some of the things Dad used to do and also predict what his reactions would have be to new stuff ("I ain't been gone a week and y'all are already filling the house up with damn cats!"). I'm sad, of course; a kind of bone deep, empty kind of sad, and I think Mom and I are clinging to each other pretty tightly right now. But I'm still able to laugh. I'm able to think about him without crying. I'm able to remember the good times, of which there have been many. I'm not living in despair.
It's going to be okay.
Mom and I have started the pretty arduous process of going through his stuff and getting the house set up for our new normal. We also went to the shelter and got two kittens, because a death in the family is definitely a good time to get new pets, right? Yeah. Probably not the best idea but they've brought some laughter and also annoyance (CATS) to the house and that's pretty important.
We're doing okay. We've been able to laugh about some of the things Dad used to do and also predict what his reactions would have be to new stuff ("I ain't been gone a week and y'all are already filling the house up with damn cats!"). I'm sad, of course; a kind of bone deep, empty kind of sad, and I think Mom and I are clinging to each other pretty tightly right now. But I'm still able to laugh. I'm able to think about him without crying. I'm able to remember the good times, of which there have been many. I'm not living in despair.
It's going to be okay.
