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Well, my inital reaction was confusing, shocked and just wonder why he did that . We never suspected and I didn't cry . I was in a Denial area thinking that wasn't my dad even after seeing him in his casket I touched his forehead and got some powder on my hand . I still kept on having a belief of maybe it was someone who looked like him was the guy who was there . Then after awhile I ended up thinking that some guys were after him so he had to hide without thinking that he ended up in a position like that because I couldn't believe he could just kill himself .
I was staying at my boyfriend's house at the time and was sitting on his bed when my mom rang. I don't know why but she didn't have to say anything...I already knew. She was half-crying, half-screaming down the phone and I literally fell off my boyfriends bed in a heap on the floor with my heart breaking into a million tiny pieces all at once. We knew my dad wasn't well the night before but had no idea at all it was that bad :-/ ....wow I teared up writing that
my dad died within a week of his cancer dx, I was 21 and it happened early morning while we were at the hospital-one of my sisters came in and said that he'd just died. I was prepared, but sort of relieved, but shocked. Then I felt despair until the day we buried him.
my mom died suddenly on a cruise in 2007, we were in Hawaii with my dh and then 4 month old DS-she didn't answer her cabin door or phone that am--complete and utter shock and disbelief, then despair for months afterwards---I had no prep time with her death and it really struck me hard. Moms are very hard to lose
We were actually more prepared to lose my dad the night he went into hospital, he was in a bad way, could barely breathe, had been suffering from COPD for years. When we went in the next day though the doctor said he would recover though would be in hospital for a couple of days. Around 3 days later they told us they had been trying him off the ventilator and he wasn't responding at all, and that he would not recover after all. He passed away from COPD and secondary pneumonia on 4th February 2010. Our reaction ranged from disbelief, to relief that he was finally out of pain and had had a peaceful death, to fierce love, to being uber-organised with arrangements, to breaking down all the time. We were just in bits.
My dad died this past week on Wednesday. We were all around him, in his "man cave" (we took care of him at home). Last week he took my sister out on one last corvette ride. Four days later he died of the lung cancer. Although we knew it was coming, the fact that he declined so incredibly fast was really hard. My brother and I were the first to know he had stopped breathing. Everyone jumped up at once. My mom threw herself at his feet crying and telling him how much she loved him and was gonna miss him. My oldest brother ran to get my sister. My other brother and I just stood there and held each other.