Hello people, I will share my story with you, please for advice on how to move forward. I am a girl, I am 23 years old, I work and study from a small town. I lost my dear father 1 year ago. He was a great person, he was always by my side in good times and bad, we understood each other and we lived well, my sister and my mother were everything to me. Dad loved us very much. One day while going to work he got severe pain in his legs and lower back, he got an aortic aneurysm, the way to save him was an urgent and complicated operation, after 2 hospitals refused, in the third they accepted. It was the operation on my birthday - we were squeezing our thumbs for almost 11 hours, the chance of it being successful was small, we prayed that everything would be fine and in the evening at 23 and 20 the doctors told us that it was successful and that we were waiting for it to wake up. Dad recovered and after 30 days he was discharged, we were in seventh heaven, yes, he was not well, he constantly had a high temperature, he could not go to the toilet, he was admitted to the hospital constantly for about 3 months. 7 days in hospital-5 at home he went through all the wards, he was constantly scanned for manipulations, various tests and therapies. Part of his colon was necrotic and had to be removed.
We were very much against doing a second operation so early, because his vital signs were very low, he was very thin and for 2 weeks he had not eaten anything, only some porridge and it was intravenous. In the morning after they told us this, my mother and I were with him, and he told us that he had decided to have an operation, he could not live like that, it was a struggle and not a life. After 3 days they did the operation 6 hours this time, Dad woke up hard and was in intensive care for 7 days. Then they wrote him off ... it was the best day of my life we were all already calm that all the problems were fixed and now it will only recover. Dad ... this good man crying with joy, dear, that he came home the next day, we were the whole family together happier than ever. At 6 pm Dad said he would sleep and I decided to go by car to my friend to see them because he had a cold and could not get home. At 19:30 my sister called me and said that my dad was dying to go home, he had about 2 seizures at home and 4 in the hospital, everyone was fighting for his life, but he fell into a coma. He was in a coma for about 2 months, in intensive care, very rarely allowed to see him, every day we waited for information and hoped he would wake up, but alas he did not wake up, he died. Since then I'm not well, I'm in a terrible depression, I have nightmares, we go to the cemetery every day, my life has become terrible. I do everything mechanically, I have no desire for anything, my mother is ruined. I know he wouldn't want us to be like that, he liked us to smile and I want to move on, but something seems to stop me. I miss him a lot .... I apologize for the spelling mistakes
1 mommybutboujee answered
Everyone at some point in life begins to lose loved ones, no one is eternal. Over time, the grief for your father will decrease a little, you will still miss it, of course, but you will learn to live and cope in life without him. In time, you will start your own family, and one of your children may be a copy of your grandfather in character or appearance. Fate sometimes makes such gifts.