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Apr 8, 08, 00:12 #90
It took me two years to fully accept my father's death...in that time period, I had horrible dreams, that every thing was fine, that I'd just dreamed he was dead, and there he was - happy, healthy, and teasing me about the waking nightmare.
Then, I'd wake up in his home, and reality would hit me each and every day, that he was DEAD.
I was in a relationship, that I was patching up with the man I loved...and he stood by me initially. I needed him to just be a close friend. A year later, I asked him to marry me (we'd been dating me for 8 years, I finally forgave him for cheating on me). I asked him to move to Southern California with me, and start over. I wanted it to be just he and me.
Sadly, he said, "I can't be a small fish in a bigger pond," and thus ended our relationship. That devastated me on top of my father's death - and then I lost 3 cousins to a 16 year old drunk driver - when their mother tried to talk sense into him.
ALL you can do, is just be there. Don't expect sex - just be a good friend. In the present day, I've lost 17 friends in the last 2 years, and struggling to accept it.
There's only way that has given me any sense of peace, over the last 2 years, especially over losing one of my closest friends and cousins - give the pain and grief over to God. Not easy, but I can't keep wallowing in the pain and the agony of the moment.
I need to live, I need to breathe, and go on. Those who have departed want me to do that, and to keep breaking down every minute would be disrespectful to their memory.
But I do think about them every day, but do my best to turn it to happy moments, not the last moments of their lives.
That is all I can tell you, being a "Polock" myself.
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