On Tuesday the family buried my Father. It was known he had leukemia. He was given six months to live, and he managed to get three years.
Still, knowing the end was near gave me depressing cycles, made my Mother sound distant and lost when trying to be upbeat when on the phone. They were married for 63 years.
It was nice to see the relatives since my Father was not very social. Some of them I had not seen for 30 years.
I miss him. I did not weep or feel grief, as I spent it all over the past three years worrying, wondering if he would go into remission, and knowing he would look thinner each passing time I saw him.
And still, he could have moved himself to be more open, but he did not. A WW2 veteran, he suffered from the inability to sleep deeply, and a noise of a squirrel skittering over the roof was enough to bring back hair trigger recollections of air raid night in England. He hated the idea of seeking help for his problems.
Rest in peace.
Still, knowing the end was near gave me depressing cycles, made my Mother sound distant and lost when trying to be upbeat when on the phone. They were married for 63 years.
It was nice to see the relatives since my Father was not very social. Some of them I had not seen for 30 years.
I miss him. I did not weep or feel grief, as I spent it all over the past three years worrying, wondering if he would go into remission, and knowing he would look thinner each passing time I saw him.
And still, he could have moved himself to be more open, but he did not. A WW2 veteran, he suffered from the inability to sleep deeply, and a noise of a squirrel skittering over the roof was enough to bring back hair trigger recollections of air raid night in England. He hated the idea of seeking help for his problems.
Rest in peace.