I lost my father, Donald, on June 12, 2012. His kidneys were failing, and they inserted peritoneal port into his abdomen to prepare him for dialysis. Unfortunately, it port became infected and he had a raging internal infection. The hospital released him even though he was still suffering from high fevers. He died one day later in his living room. Daddy was 86 years old. He had been extremely Independent his entire life, so we were blessed in that way. Of course, as usual, there were legalities to deal with after daddy died. My family has become fractured more than it ever has been, and that has been extremely hard to deal with. I find it unbelievable that death can bring such division to a family. I not only lost my father, but I've lost my entire family since June. I don't feel like I can grieve any longer in front of my husband, because he's already over it. Even though he says nothing when I have my emotional moments, I can tell that he's very tired of the whole situation at this point. This is my first entry, and I have no idea whether the site can help me through my morning, but at this point I have nowhere else to turn.