It happens. I pray my grandpa is in Hell whenever I think of him. And he is surely burning for the things hes done
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Anybody ever buried a parent and felt like the world was lifted off your shoulders
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Don't you owe me money....
I hate that you had that kind of relationship with your dad, but I'm thankful that you still have your mom. It's mind-boggling to me when a parent chooses themselves over their children, I just can't wrap my head around it. I was fortunate to have parents that I respected and a dad that I aspired to be like...what little time I had him. I hope that you can close this chapter in your life and move forward without harboring the feelings that you have. Maybe without this garbage looming over your head, you're getting ready to live the best years of your life. Prayers for you and your mom...
From the time I left home, I had to deprogram for 20-40yrs. I'm fortunate to have a very supporting wife and in laws
My dad died a couple of years ago and I miss him every day. He made it to 80 so I am eternally grateful for that. Cancer got him in a mere 9 months, so fast he was never in pain and barely realized how serious it was before he was gone. Not bad in my opinion.
I have buried both my parents and my sister. I loved them all. Dad had heart disease and had been sick a lot. Many things he wanted to do but couldn't. I was gone for 23 years in the Air Force but he had my brother in law that acted like a son and did stuff with him. I was there for the suffering part and sitting in the hospital with him. I was glad when he slid out in his sleep and had peace.
Mom had dementia and when Dad died she moved in with my sister. It got progressively worse as the days went by. She went backwards in her memory and lost about a decade a month. One time she was in the 60s, we could talk about that, next month the 50s and we could talk about that, next month further back, before my time and she had no clue who I was. I was just a nice guy that brought her yarn to knit and word search books and candies. Then she got further back and cried for her mom and dad all the time, then forgot how to eat or drink and then went out peacefully. I was glad to bury her knowing that she was past the torment and sickness.
Sisters husband died in an accident. Buried him and found out what a bad person he was. He left leaving heavy debts for my sister (and me) and when I cleaned his closet found a lot of kiddie porn. Burned that and said glad that stuff is gone. He had a wandering male part and somewhere picked up HPV. Gave it to my sister and she had no idea until it turned to cancer and it killed her. I was happy when it was over because she was in incredible pain. Now she has peace.
Family was buried and I was glad to be able to bury them. I hate it that they are gone but I am happy that the pain and suffering is over for them. I have peace. I don't have the peace of knowing my parents might be around some day to bury me but that comes with age.
Enjoy what you have as best you can. Forgive but don't ever forget who they were.
Mom had dementia and when Dad died she moved in with my sister. It got progressively worse as the days went by. She went backwards in her memory and lost about a decade a month. One time she was in the 60s, we could talk about that, next month the 50s and we could talk about that, next month further back, before my time and she had no clue who I was. I was just a nice guy that brought her yarn to knit and word search books and candies. Then she got further back and cried for her mom and dad all the time, then forgot how to eat or drink and then went out peacefully. I was glad to bury her knowing that she was past the torment and sickness.
Sisters husband died in an accident. Buried him and found out what a bad person he was. He left leaving heavy debts for my sister (and me) and when I cleaned his closet found a lot of kiddie porn. Burned that and said glad that stuff is gone. He had a wandering male part and somewhere picked up HPV. Gave it to my sister and she had no idea until it turned to cancer and it killed her. I was happy when it was over because she was in incredible pain. Now she has peace.
Family was buried and I was glad to be able to bury them. I hate it that they are gone but I am happy that the pain and suffering is over for them. I have peace. I don't have the peace of knowing my parents might be around some day to bury me but that comes with age.
Enjoy what you have as best you can. Forgive but don't ever forget who they were.
Wow. Sorry about your sister's experience with her "husband." Damn.
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Hate to hear that. Never really knew much about my parents, my mom some. I was adopted when I was little. They died and I was handed over to someone else to raise me then they died, all were elderly by the way. By the time I was 15 I’ve been to more funerals than I could count, went into adulthood and that line of work led to a life of violence and lot of death. That’s why death doesn’t matter to me it never has, all I ever knew was death since I was very little, I lack empathy and emotions to others and it’s hard for me to express and show the correct emotions when necessary.
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