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Posted on April 7, 2007 - Filed Under Personal |
In a few days it would be my father’s birthday. He is not here to celebrate it anymore. In February 2000 he died after being sick for four years. He was at peace when he died. the last year of his life he knew he was gonna die. De last year on his life he did everything to make sure his wife and children were settled. He asked a very good friend to help us build a house. My mother still lives in that house.
My father arranged everything for his service, he asked the people who talked, he arranged the music and everything. In the face of his own death he did he was thinking about us, he was making it easier for us. It is never easy to lose a loved one.
In February 2000 I had extra economy lessons. One day after the lessons I stayed behind to talk with a few of my friends. I came home and my brother and mother walked up to me and told me my father had died. He died at home surrounded by the his loved ones…. except for me. I wasn’t there. My father died while I was talking to friends. My father died and I wasn’t there.
I know my father wouldn’t hold it against me, he would understand why I wasn’t there. But still this is the one thing in my life I regret: Not being there when my father died.
Everybody that knows this already told me. I couldn’t have known, there is nothing to regret. In my mind I know this. But the feeling stays. If I somehow had the power to change one day in my life, it would be that day. I would do that day over and be with my father when he died.
In a few days it would be my father’s birthday. He is not here to celebrate it anymore.
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Respect man.
None of you both can help it that he passed away while you were gone. It’s nature.
You’re right, you are the only one who can “get over” the fact that you weren’t there. No one else can “help” you with that.
You are in my thought, my friend.
Hey I know how it feels to live with some kind of guilt eventhough people tell you something different.
never forget, everything happens for a reason
Kisses, Ns