http://thisismemaria.com/2008/08/13/her/ All kinds of whatever Wed, 08 Sep 2010 10:41:57 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.5.1 http://thisismemaria.com/2008/08/13/her/#comment-42 thisismemaria Fri, 05 Sep 2008 04:46:50 +0000 http://thisismemaria.com/?p=101#comment-42 Thank you Crystal. :) Thank you Crystal.

]]> http://thisismemaria.com/2008/08/13/her/#comment-41 Crystal (from cafemom) Thu, 04 Sep 2008 07:47:48 +0000 http://thisismemaria.com/?p=101#comment-41 I know that i'm not 11 years old and I can't imagine how it would feel to deal with losing a parent that early in life. I'm 27 years old and my father died 6 weeks ago, he was 78 years old, I was the "suprise" child 17 years after he and his first wife were done having kids. I feel like I got robbed, his mom died when he was 76, my moms mom is still alive at 83, my mother is 57. I should have gotten to be in my 50's when my dad died. My entire life I was painfully aware that he was much older than my friends fathers and that I was going to have much less time with my father than they would with theirs and I cursed the day, knowing it was coming so much sooner. I even tried to blame him for having me so late in his life, I told him it wasn't fair, that they shouldn't have done this to me, I'm his baby, why would he hurt me by leaving me so soon? But there's no answer, I know he didn't want to go but it was time. I didn't mean to go off on a tangent but I just wanted to let you know that I agree with you, there really are no words that make it better, sometimes I feel like the pain of loss will kill me, I hate to see the look in people's eyes when they haven't seen me since they heard about it but I know that i'll get through it somehow, my life still continues and he will live on through me. I want to wish you peace and comfort, I know it doesn't ever hurt less but over time life gets a teeny bit more bearable one day at a time. I know that i’m not 11 years old and I can’t imagine how it would feel to deal with losing a parent that early in life. I’m 27 years old and my father died 6 weeks ago, he was 78 years old, I was the “suprise” child 17 years after he and his first wife were done having kids. I feel like I got robbed, his mom died when he was 76, my moms mom is still alive at 83, my mother is 57. I should have gotten to be in my 50’s when my dad died. My entire life I was painfully aware that he was much older than my friends fathers and that I was going to have much less time with my father than they would with theirs and I cursed the day, knowing it was coming so much sooner. I even tried to blame him for having me so late in his life, I told him it wasn’t fair, that they shouldn’t have done this to me, I’m his baby, why would he hurt me by leaving me so soon? But there’s no answer, I know he didn’t want to go but it was time.
I didn’t mean to go off on a tangent but I just wanted to let you know that I agree with you, there really are no words that make it better, sometimes I feel like the pain of loss will kill me, I hate to see the look in people’s eyes when they haven’t seen me since they heard about it but I know that i’ll get through it somehow, my life still continues and he will live on through me.
I want to wish you peace and comfort, I know it doesn’t ever hurt less but over time life gets a teeny bit more bearable one day at a time.

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