Im so sorry for your loss Susie, Now I understand the pain

, and if you ever need to talk, you have a brother here.
yesterday I was driving on the road and I just starting Crying and screaming out loud "My dad is really gone , he really is gone"
When I was bedridden for 2 years and losing weight fast from a parasitic bacteria everyone gave up on me but my Dad. He nursed me back to health when I thought I wouldn't make it.
I know im supposed to be unselfish and let him be happy in heaven with Christ, but I miss him so much Susie, we did everything together and there wasnt day when I didn't hug him and kiss him on the forehead honk his nose.
I don't know how im going to make it without him. I never had a friend like my dad

I feel so empty without him .
But I know he is with Christ and grandpa now and he is enjoying every moment of heaven. That part makes me smile so much

Susie can I ask you a question? How do you deal with the sadness of him not being there, or not hearing his voice or seeing his smile or laughter?
I know exactly how you feel. I cry out of the blue too. He has been dead 2 years now, but at times it feels like yesterday. He never would go to the doctor, but, I suspected something was wrong, he kept loosing weight the last year of his life and got weaker and weaker. He use to love to be outside and work in the garden, that last year, he had to stop, I knew then that things were wrong. When it snowed, I hired a snow plower, he could no longer do it and neither could I. I still can not forgive myself. I was out of town for a few days, well, I kept calling him, I did that every time I was gone, I would call each night, well, that time, I could not reach him, I should have gone home then, but I didn't. I left a couple days later, and when I got home, I noticed the curtains were still shut, I knew that was not like him, I got scared, I asked my friend to go in with me, it was all dark, his bedroom door was shut (this was 2:00 in the afternoon) we opened it and there he was, on the floor with the bookcase on him and TV, I almost fainted, my dear friend helped him and I called 911, the pari-medics said he would not make it to the hospital

they took him by ambulance to the ER, he was very dehydrated, they did all kinds of tests on him then admitted him. He was there for two weeks, then they sent him to an assisted living home for rehab, etc. Well, he got weaker still, could not do the physical therapy, would not eat, etc. They sent him back to the hospital for another blood transfusion, he had already had two, and some more tests, he was in a semi-coma when they transported him there, it was then that they told me he probably was not going to make it, I did not want to believe it. They admitted him again, and that was when I learned he had a "myloproliferative disorder" a type of leukemia. Blood transfusions no longer worked. It was a matter of time.

He was put in a room for observation, and comfort care. I stayed with him all day everyday, I fed him, have him water, and just "loved" him

I kept track of his O2 saturation, I could see it going down, it is supposed to be no lower than 90, his was going into 60, that can cause brain damage. They did an echo-cardiogram on him, he now had congestive heart failure.

Well, the last night of his life, the nurse gave him an extra dose of morphine for pain, I told her not too, but she said dad wanted it. Well, he then started to get super drowsy and was talking differently, he kept saying "I love you" I asked who he was talking to, he said me, but, I think it was mom, she had been dead for 7 years and they had been married for over 60 years, he never was the same after she died. Well, the nurse said I could stay that night, I was selfish and went back to my motel room however, I will never forgive myself

A few hours after I left, I got the dreaded call that he had quietly passed, a nurse was going into his room to check his vitals, and he was gone.

. I was stunned, I knew it would happen, but I was stunned. For days, I walked around in a daze, had it not been for my dear friend, I would have been a basket case.

I went home, got all of his things, and donated them to the home where he had stayed. All the nurses said how much they appreciated how I loved him and took care of him, and that they missed him too.

Anyway, to answer your question, I cry all the time still, if I see a certain picture, or hear certain music (we both loved the big bands as he was a big band musician, he played lead alto sax), I cry. I have all of his architectural books and plans, I cry when I see them, I wish I was with him. I really am having a hard time coping.

I do not know what I would have done without my dear friend, he stuck with me through it all. After he died, I married a guy I met here, on CF, I think I was running away from my problems, I was not thinking clearly, even though it had been 6 months, I should have waited a year. He is a kiwi from New Zealand, and I moved over here, I still miss America, so, I grieve over that as well. I have both of my parents ashes, they were cremated at their request. When I see daddy's books on the bookshelf, I cry. I really do not handle it well, to be honest. I do pray over it lots.
Oh, I am also afraid he is not in heaven. I think he was a Christian, but when mom died, he changed and said he was an atheist, so, now I wonder if I will ever see him again. Man, I miss him. I want my daddy so badly again, and my mother too.
Sorry I can not give you ideas on how to cope, I will say that prayer helps, but that sting is still there, hopefully, one day, it will leave as well.