After losing my dad just over a year ago I haven't come on here. I know others stay tuned after a death but I just couldn't. I will say though, especially to new people on here, this site and its wonderful people helped me so much.
I have however still been writing my blog. I renamed it to 'After Dad' & write about that.
Maybe it will he of interest to some. I hope so.
Lots of love to those who need it.
Suzanne xxx
#lookingafterdadblog.wordpress.com
Tonight, two years ago (May 4, 2017) my barely 55 year old son, died of PSP.
My sister, who lives in Austin, Texas, is here keeping me company. Today we are taking the metro to downtown Los Angeles and taking in the African American Art at the Broad Museum.
Life goes on and the sharpness of the pain eases.
Blessings, Margarita, Los Angeles, CA, USA
I am new to this site, but may I add my condolences? Your son was so young to get PSP...May you find comfort in the memories of him. 💕💕💕🙏🙏🙏💕💕💕
I agree with Margarita's reply...
We each find our way of coping & honoring our loved ones.
Writing your blog sounds like a good way of getting in touch with your feelings. I cannot read it today but will tomorrow. Today is my baking day which is my way of dealing with yesterday, today & tomorrow. Sending you hugs... Granni B
I always enjoy your responses......you must have been a Buddah in your other life.
Love, Margarita
Now that is funny... Love U Margarita! Sending hugs... Granni B
In my stereotypes, Buddhas are wise. I find the majority of your responses reflective of a wise sage.
Thank you !
Thanks for sharing your blog. I've just had a quick read and followed. You wrote very well.
I've been thinking about doing a blog too so you have added some inspiration to me.
I really hope it helps you process your thoughts and emotions and will help others too.
Big hugs
Thankyou. Yes, it certainly helped to let it all spill out over the page. Also, it's good to have so I can go back & read what I may otherwise have forgotten.
Let me know if you decide to write, I'd love to read it.
Xx
"after nine months of sorting stuff, selling stuff, keeping the best bits, organising & hard work, Dad’s house was let, to a family of four. A family with two young children. It was a strange moment, knowing that was it. If walls could talk, oh the stories those walls could tell. That house only knew one family for over 50 years. It really was the end to of a lifetime of memories. Now we move on, life once again moves on, in that house.
So, with all that done, it’s like it’s all over. All finished. Only grief stays. I guess that will never finish. Once you’ve lost someone, that’s it, it’s with you for life. Whether you always feel it or not, it’s there, on the back burner. "
So moving. So real. So painful. So beautiful. Thanks for coming back to the group and offering your [blog] heart. take extra care of your special life. Antonella
Ahh thankyou so, so much. That really means a lot xx
Worse for wear but I'm still here:)
Anyone in Bedfordshire and has family with cbd
Love you lotses dad xxx
I'm still here
