I lost my father to cancer in July of this year and I don’t know what to do any more. My mother is heart broken and I wish so badly it was me instead of him so they could grow old together. I cry on the inside so much. It was not suppose to be like this. I can barely function and I have so much anger and resentment of myself because of this. I thought he would survive because he was the strongest man in the world. And because of my denial I did not spend as much time with him as I should have. I can’t live with this guilt. I wish I could hug him so bad.
I'm very sorry to hear about your Dad.
I am sure, that for your father, the most important thing, was that he knew that you loved him. I'm sure that was more of a comfort to him than anything else. That he knew he was loved.
Have you considered seeing someone to help you deal with the loss and grieving process?
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