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My dad died two years ago

28 Oct 2017 18:26

Hi folks,

My father who lived in Calgary Alberts, Canada passed away exactly two years ago today. He had prostate cancer fourty odd years ago and it came back. He was 93 but he put up one heck of a fight. Several time my brothers and sisters over there were told to expect the worst but dad wasnt going to go util he was good and ready and proved the doctors wrong many times. I was and still am so very proud of him , his strenght and determination.  

I live in the South of England and as my wife had many health problems, I felt I could not risk leaving her on her own despite her telling me to go. I would never have forgiven myself if anything had happened to her. I was torn between wanting to see my father one last time and supporting my brothers and sisters and on the other hand, looking after my wife. I believe I made the right decision.

In one way it was an easy decision but in outher rspects it was also a hard one For I do regret only being able to see him once for a month when my wife first pushed me into finding him.

Thinking of you today dad, your son loving Brian.



Re: My dad died two years ago

28 Oct 2017 23:15 in response to woodworm

Hi there ... the first year is the hardest I think ... I lost both my mum and dad just befor I was 40 ... and although you didn’t get the chance to see him one more time, at least you did find him and you did get to know him for a month ... so hold on to those memories and I bet he still looks over you from up there .. and bet he was so proud you took the time to find him ... so thinking of you today Brian ... he sure had a son to be proud of, with your wise words and how you reach out to so many ... big hug Chrisie ❤️ Xx

Re: My dad died two years ago

29 Oct 2017 02:00 in response to woodworm


Hi Brian,

I am so sorry to hear that it was the anniversary of your father’s passing yesterday. It is always difficult to deal with all the anniversaries and holidays, especially during the first year. It is also difficult to cope with the fact that you never managed to get to Canada for his funeral.

I lost my brother when he was only 24. Newly married and living in Australia, he met with a rugby accident and was on a life-support machine for 3 weeks before the doctors decided to switch it off.

I was expecting my first baby at that time. I was hospitalised with pre-eclampsia for the last 3 months of my pregnancy and was told that there was absolutely no way that I could fly out there for the funeral. I have always regretted this, as I feel that I never got to say goodbye.

My thoughts are with you and I hope that you are keeping well.

Kind regards,