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22 months. Wow.
I've been debating on whether or not to explain what happened to me the past few months and I've finally decided to give you guys the condensed version. I've only told a trusted friend and now I think you should all know.
Over a year ago, on Christmas (or some other holiday I don't remember), all of my relatives were here. My aunt noticed my dad's leg was abnormally swollen. So he went to the doctor and we found out that he had been diagnosed with prostate cancer.
Before that he and I were never really close. It was one of those love-hate relationships. He would always yell about everything and sometimes I was really resentful. He wasn't abusive or anything.
So a year passes and he's fine, getting his regular checkup and treatments and whatnot.
Then 3 months ago, he wakes up and can't move. It just shocked me to see him so weak. I spent so much of my life being angry at him for everything and never even saying a kind word to me that I thought that nothing this bad would ever happen to him.
A week or two after, I learned that his time here was limited. He was confined to a hospital bed in the house (the person who was helping him with his treatments had to pull a few strings with her higher ups to get him this). He couldn't move or walk. Walking sent unimaginable pain through his legs and pretty much everywhere through his body.
I'm going to skip all of the personal details and such, now. My dad passed away peacefully on March 25 (supposedly the same day that Jesus died) at 12:13PM (December 13, one of my family member's birthdays - coincidence?).
I didn't know how to feel. I was in shock that I'd been going through this. This is the sort of thing you see in movies, not actually experience at such a young age. I forgive him for everything I've ever done and I've moved on. Everything he did-when he got mad-he did it all because he cared for me. Sometimes I even hated him and I regret it now.
The week before he died, tons of people flooded our house offering our condolences. We even had Mass with a priest who came like every day before my dad passed away. I didn't talk much to him in his final moments - I just didn't know what to say. I'm just happy he passed with no regrets, peacefully.
There's a lot more that could be said but there's the short version of the story. ^.^
To wrap things up, I just thought I'd let you know. Don't ever take anyone for granted. I never EXPECTED in the least that this sort of thing would ever happen to me. In the movies, sure. But in real life? Wow. :/
I don't want you guys to pity me or think that I made this thread to get attention.
Lately I've been trying my best to hang in there and keep my grades up. I just want to thank three people: Inva, DuhYellowAzn, and Zodz.
Inva - you are absolutely amazing. I barely knew you when I told you this, I guess I just had to tell someone. You stuck with me (albeit over the Internet) to the end.
DuhYellowAzn - thanks for being such a funny noob. Your jokes cracked me up at times and just cheered me up when I needed cheering up.
Zodz - same goes for you. Great streams and music which helped me to not just focus on all of the stress I was going through.
All of you guys: Only Inva and one other person knew. But thank you for helping me get my mind off things and just relax. I know it sounds kind of cheesy or weird but it has worked wonders. I feel that this is my escape from the real world besides spending time in real life with friends, etc.
I've been debating on whether or not to explain what happened to me the past few months and I've finally decided to give you guys the condensed version. I've only told a trusted friend and now I think you should all know.
Over a year ago, on Christmas (or some other holiday I don't remember), all of my relatives were here. My aunt noticed my dad's leg was abnormally swollen. So he went to the doctor and we found out that he had been diagnosed with prostate cancer.
Before that he and I were never really close. It was one of those love-hate relationships. He would always yell about everything and sometimes I was really resentful. He wasn't abusive or anything.
So a year passes and he's fine, getting his regular checkup and treatments and whatnot.
Then 3 months ago, he wakes up and can't move. It just shocked me to see him so weak. I spent so much of my life being angry at him for everything and never even saying a kind word to me that I thought that nothing this bad would ever happen to him.
A week or two after, I learned that his time here was limited. He was confined to a hospital bed in the house (the person who was helping him with his treatments had to pull a few strings with her higher ups to get him this). He couldn't move or walk. Walking sent unimaginable pain through his legs and pretty much everywhere through his body.
I'm going to skip all of the personal details and such, now. My dad passed away peacefully on March 25 (supposedly the same day that Jesus died) at 12:13PM (December 13, one of my family member's birthdays - coincidence?).
I didn't know how to feel. I was in shock that I'd been going through this. This is the sort of thing you see in movies, not actually experience at such a young age. I forgive him for everything I've ever done and I've moved on. Everything he did-when he got mad-he did it all because he cared for me. Sometimes I even hated him and I regret it now.
The week before he died, tons of people flooded our house offering our condolences. We even had Mass with a priest who came like every day before my dad passed away. I didn't talk much to him in his final moments - I just didn't know what to say. I'm just happy he passed with no regrets, peacefully.
There's a lot more that could be said but there's the short version of the story. ^.^
To wrap things up, I just thought I'd let you know. Don't ever take anyone for granted. I never EXPECTED in the least that this sort of thing would ever happen to me. In the movies, sure. But in real life? Wow. :/
I don't want you guys to pity me or think that I made this thread to get attention.
Lately I've been trying my best to hang in there and keep my grades up. I just want to thank three people: Inva, DuhYellowAzn, and Zodz.
Inva - you are absolutely amazing. I barely knew you when I told you this, I guess I just had to tell someone. You stuck with me (albeit over the Internet) to the end.
DuhYellowAzn - thanks for being such a funny noob. Your jokes cracked me up at times and just cheered me up when I needed cheering up.
Zodz - same goes for you. Great streams and music which helped me to not just focus on all of the stress I was going through.
All of you guys: Only Inva and one other person knew. But thank you for helping me get my mind off things and just relax. I know it sounds kind of cheesy or weird but it has worked wonders. I feel that this is my escape from the real world besides spending time in real life with friends, etc.
