I lost my father on March 6th, 2010. I am 47 years old and every day find myself saying "I need my daddy". I agree with you that apparantely it doesn't matter how old you are. The loss is almost too much to bear.
Dear Gina, I am so sorry for your loss and for what you are going through right now, please know that you are not alone, Psalms 34:18 tell us that when we are “broken at heart” or “crushed in spirit,” Jehovah God, like a loving parent, “is near”—ever compassionate and ready to help. Draw close to him in prayer and he will sustain you.
Gina said:It has been two days when my daddy suddenly died from a massive heart attack. There has never been any heart problems in our family. He went in for leg and lower back pain and now he is DEAD??? My heart is hurting so much I don't know what to do, it was just me and my dad as my mom passed in 2005, I have no brothers and sisters and he was my BEST FRIEND my whole life.
I can hardly breathe and this pain just seems unbearable, why god, why???
my dad passed away a week ago and i am so sad and angry.angry cause icant talk to him i need him so bad.i dont knowhow to handle the grief.all iknow is how i feel so sad and down.iloved my daddy so much. i just cant stop crying .it hurts so bad
My father died this last Easter Sunday. His obituary was reported in The Kansas City Star. It was curious to me how much of his life between 1949 and 1975 was ommitted. This was the the time during which he married my mother and raised his first family consisting of four children. I am the youngest of these four children. I realize that this might sound very strange, however, I thought for many years that I would celebrate my father's death. When the news came to me though, I felt a familiar numb hit me. I do not know how to grieve a man who commited so many crimes against us. My father was the perpetrator of all forms of abuse...physical, sexual, and emotional. My memories begin at age three years when I remember the threats he used to terrify me so I would not tell of his molesting me. He said he would kill me, then he said he would kill my mother, and finally he said he "would put a thousand spiders in my room" if I told. I cannot count how many nights I abruptly awakened the whole family clinging atop my headboard screaming because in the dark and in my confusion the flowers on my sheets looked like spiders. My siblings, being older and remembering my life prior to age three report that his abuse of me actually began much younger while he was changing my diaper. That evil man is now gone and cannot hurt anyone like that again. Yet, here I am writing in this forum in the hopes of making some sense out of so many conflicting feelings about my father's death that at present I feel as if I am spinning. I wonder if there is anyone having a similar experience who might reply to this with some insight for me. While I feel quite the jumbled mess right now, I am aware of great anger...anger about many things such as my father being able to walk away from us, scott free, to embark on a new life seemingly without consequence. Anger at the obituary I read depicting him as an honorable man and not the criminal guilty of heinous acts against his wife and children. Anger that his present family are ignorant to all of this and anger at the total lie he was allowed to live while my mother, my siblings, and I suffered the consequences of his behavior. If there is anyone reading this who can offer some advice or understanding or who can make some sense of this situation, I would greatly appreciate hearing from them.