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Lost_Girl
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I’m 26 yrs old from Belfast in Ireland. I live with my boyfriend of 8 yrs. I have 2 brothers and 2 sisters. My mother raissed us single handedly when my father died 12 yrs ago. This was when my ife changed completely. i was only 14 at the time.
My daddy was like my best friend. His nickname for me was his ‘Shadow’. He could go nowhere without me crying to go with him. i absolutely loved him. he was the kind of daddy that wasn’t afraid to show how proud he was of his kids. he was at every sports day, every play, every major event that i or my brothers and sisters had.
when he was only 48 he was diagnosed with bowl cancer. my eldest brother was 19 and my youngest sister was just 7. unfortunately after an operation to investigate the seriousness of the cancer the doctors informed us that the cancer had spread. he was given a course of cemo and radio therpay to give him a few extra months. he survived for 8 months.
my daddy was loved by many a man. he took care of his family, his friends and his community. he would never turn a person from his door that needed help. our home was often used as drop in for people in the area.
his death had a big impact on all of our lives.
since the moment of his death i have struggled with my Catholic faith, my parents always raised us as Catholics. every sunday morning we went to mass as a family, we said our prayers at night etc. but all this changed when he died.
i couldn’t pray to a God that would take such an angel from this earth. an angel that helped so many people, an angel that always did the right thing, an angel that always saw the best in people. i was, and to be honest i still am, angry that he had to die so young. he has missed so much since he died. he missed my sisters wedding, my university graduation, his 4 beautiful grand daughters.
over the years my anger hasn’t gone. i find new things to be angry with him (God) all the the time.
my life has got to the stage where, although i am happy in some sense of the word, in others i feel that something is missing. i’m not sure if religion is what my life is missing, but i know that i definitely need something to believe in, to help me through hard time, and to give me a purpose.
i wouldn’t say that i’m depressed, but i have my moments where i’m so emotional that all i can do is cry. i know it all steams from daddy’s death, i know i haven’t dealt with his death yet, but i don’t know how 2.
thats wyi have joined this site. i’m hoping that someone out there can provide a bit of help. i’m not asking for miracles. i just need some advice. what i should do to fnd myself.
please help.
My daddy was like my best friend. His nickname for me was his ‘Shadow’. He could go nowhere without me crying to go with him. i absolutely loved him. he was the kind of daddy that wasn’t afraid to show how proud he was of his kids. he was at every sports day, every play, every major event that i or my brothers and sisters had.
when he was only 48 he was diagnosed with bowl cancer. my eldest brother was 19 and my youngest sister was just 7. unfortunately after an operation to investigate the seriousness of the cancer the doctors informed us that the cancer had spread. he was given a course of cemo and radio therpay to give him a few extra months. he survived for 8 months.
my daddy was loved by many a man. he took care of his family, his friends and his community. he would never turn a person from his door that needed help. our home was often used as drop in for people in the area.
his death had a big impact on all of our lives.
since the moment of his death i have struggled with my Catholic faith, my parents always raised us as Catholics. every sunday morning we went to mass as a family, we said our prayers at night etc. but all this changed when he died.
i couldn’t pray to a God that would take such an angel from this earth. an angel that helped so many people, an angel that always did the right thing, an angel that always saw the best in people. i was, and to be honest i still am, angry that he had to die so young. he has missed so much since he died. he missed my sisters wedding, my university graduation, his 4 beautiful grand daughters.
over the years my anger hasn’t gone. i find new things to be angry with him (God) all the the time.
my life has got to the stage where, although i am happy in some sense of the word, in others i feel that something is missing. i’m not sure if religion is what my life is missing, but i know that i definitely need something to believe in, to help me through hard time, and to give me a purpose.
i wouldn’t say that i’m depressed, but i have my moments where i’m so emotional that all i can do is cry. i know it all steams from daddy’s death, i know i haven’t dealt with his death yet, but i don’t know how 2.
thats wyi have joined this site. i’m hoping that someone out there can provide a bit of help. i’m not asking for miracles. i just need some advice. what i should do to fnd myself.
please help.