Hi everyone,
It's now been just over 2 months since my father passed away. I loved him more than everything and everyone else in the universe combined. Frankly, I adored him more than is natural or helpful. He was my universe. We were two sides of the same coin. He was my best friend, my soulmate, my confidant, my inspiration, my sunshine and the love of my life. I realise that says something about me - why hadn't I/haven't I developed other relationships? Why did I "put all my eggs in one basket"? etc. etc. Well, it is what it is.
I'm writing now because every now and again it hits me that he's gone for good, and never coming back. That single realisation takes my breath away. When it sinks in (and it still hasn't FULLY sunk in, as I think my brain doesn't allow it to), it leaves me feeling an absolutely horrific sense of despair and depression.
I occasionally picture my father, hear his voice, imagine the last few weeks and days and hours when he and I were able to communicate. I would do ANYTHING to have that back. Anything. I'd sell my property, give up all my possessions, forsake the opportunity to live my own life (i.e. have my own family), just because I love him so much it hurts my bones and soul. If I could hold him again, I would never let him go. I would gladly have gone with him if it meant that we could stay together.
But we couldn't. I couldn't stay with him. He couldn't stay with me. THe person who was more real and alive and vital for me than anybody and anything in the universe is now not with me anymore. When I say things like that, well-meaning people reply: "But he's always with you." I'm sorry, but that simply isn't the case. He isn't with me. If he were, I wouldn't be feeling the way I do and I wouldn't be writing this message. I don't believe in the afterlife, or souls, or spirits or heaven (in a way I wish I did).
So instead I now have to live the rest of my life without my best friend, soulmate, sunshine and greatest source of warmth, love and hope. How the *** am I supposed to do that?
I realise that some of you will have experienced (or be currently experiencing) something similar. What is helping you?
For me, when I have my "realisation" moments, I completely lose it. The fact that he's never coming back, that I will never be able to cuddle him, or kiss him or speak to him again is enough to make me despair about life completely.
Adam