Between my Dad’s death and his funeral I read a booklet on bereavement. I wanted to understand the emotions I would be experiencing. People had told me that I would be shocked, obviously upset, and angry. These are just some of the emotions I have felt. 14 weeks on and I’m still feeling a combination of all of those, plus more. It’s not like I’ve got over one emotion and moved onto the next. My head hurts. I’m tired.
Some people were surprised at how quickly I went back to work, and others said it was probably for the best, that I could get back to “normality”. I’m sorry, for me normality is to have a Dad. Anyway. What was particularly difficult was that my Dad had also worked at my place of work. In fact, for over 40 years, until his retirement in 2009; and it seemed that everyone knew him, to the extent that a message was sent to everyone to inform them of the funeral details. I was very proud, but very sad that I couldn’t share that with my Dad, as we often spoke about work, even till his last days, as he had such fond memories of the place. Again, at his funeral, I wanted to share with him the number of ex and current employees who were in attendance (but I’m pretty sure he was there looking down and knew!). I know it’s pretty boring talking about work so the point I’m making is that it has been particularly difficult for me to get back to work with all the reminders of Dad. From walking past his old office every day; to the fact that my Dad played a central role at the organisation and I often think of how he would have done things; and small things like how he used to come home from work laden with two orange carrier bags (a well-known UK supermarket brand) of shopping goodies, and I have now taken on that role. ‘My father’s daughter’ and all that.
I could go on about how he was a great Dad (he was), and how he was a great role model (he was), and how he cared for, and did so much, for his family and others (he did), but really what I’m trying to say is that all of our relationships with our loved ones are different. My Mum’s and brother’s relationships with my Dad were different to mine, and other daughter-dad relationships are unique. So with all the emotions I’m feeling, despite books being written and others sharing experiences of grief, I still feel quite alone. I speak to my husband and friends about my Dad and how I feel, and they’ve been great, but there’s a part of me that feels that people don’t really understand how I feel. Maybe that will change as time passes. I know of many people who have lost a parent; I should say I’m in my mid-thirties, so feel too young and sorry for myself that this has happened, but I know I’m lucky to have had my Dad for all those years, when others have lost theirs much earlier.
I would like to thank those who have supported me and understand what I’m going through. I would also like to mention those who have lost someone, and say that I still don’t understand 100% how you feel, especially as time has passed, but I have an understanding of your situation and am so sorry you’ve suffered like me. I wouldn’t wish these feelings of grief on anyone.
A special mention to: Angela, Betsy, Carolyn & co, Claudette, Diksha, Helen Y & co, Jane, Jim, Kara, Laura, Lorna, Pauline & co, Rachel, Rehana, Sarah-Louise.