Dad was gone. He was gone forever and wasn’t coming back. I cried so hard. I isolated myself from my family.
Learning of his death was emotionally challenging — as if life had robbed me. Something inside me was broken. My emotions were exploding all over the place. I felt unprotected, angered, lost, totally abandoned, and relieved.
He’d given me so much and would’ve done anything for me. I’d always miss hearing him say, “I love you unconditionally.”
He loved me, yet he left me. It was the first time someone I bonded with and loved had died. Sure, Dad had his way of acting out, but that had never taken away my love for him. On the other hand, I felt a sense of relief knowing Dad would discover his true inner being in another place and time. God had given Mom back her life to find peace and a healing from her wounds. Dad’s demise left me with many damaging scars to carry in life. It has been said that in a family, when one leaves this earth, another life is born. And so it was - . . .
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