Bereavement.
Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2024 8:40 pm
Approximately 4 years ago my wife called me on my mobile, I was working, driving at the time, she advised me that our eldest daughter (I admit it, my favourite child) had developed terminal cancer. This moment and the ramifications of that event changed my life.
My daughter, Clare died last September. Viewing those words now, 10 months on is still a shock. My wife and I have both had counciliing, to what avail/end, I am unaware of currently.
Children should not pass on before their parents. It is without all notions that could be considered or suffered the worst outcome endurable.
I write this text as a further release and expulsion of the continual pain I feel.
Before my daughter died she and her family went on holiday to Cornwall. To facilitate this I fitted a roof box to their family car, I had to drill the crossbars on the rack on her new £70k electric car to make it secure. The roof box was given to us by a friend.
During that holiday, away from my daughter's usual support she developed an infection in a feeding tube which ultimately led to her death. She would not have questioned her choices as she wished to have normal family holiday with her children.
Last week I was contacted by 'that' friend asking me to fit that roof box on her new car. I carried out the same procedure on her new electric car so that she and her family could also, travel to Cornwall tomorrow. I was unaware as I left her house yesterday of the similarity of events.
This morning at 05.45 I left my house to drive to work. A few minutes later those similarities dawned upon me. I heard the words 'Thanks Dad, we had a good holiday'. This startled me. I turned in my seat, stopping the car, traumatised. After a few minutes, after my conscious mind had put together what I had been only subconsciously aware of I sat there and cried.
I then continued on my journey.
I now know what 'haunting' is. It is not necessarily a bad thing. I am and have been aware subconsciously of my daughter's presence with me for months. Always there. On rare and on much sought after occasions her presence is evident to my conscious senses. To date I have only been aware audibly, not visually, audibly is always relevant to my particular place and situation. I do not question their input. They are always beyond any current thoughts I may be generating, someone else with an ethereal input to my then conscious concentrating thoughts. An addition to normal consciousness, an altered or enhanced state. They only appear while I am focused on something of a mild almost 'muscle memory' nature like driving or training repition assembly.
Bereavement, traumatic, painful. I am searching for the elements within it that may help me indure it. I am going to make myself a G&T now. I know my daughter would approve. Vented I am.
My daughter, Clare died last September. Viewing those words now, 10 months on is still a shock. My wife and I have both had counciliing, to what avail/end, I am unaware of currently.
Children should not pass on before their parents. It is without all notions that could be considered or suffered the worst outcome endurable.
I write this text as a further release and expulsion of the continual pain I feel.
Before my daughter died she and her family went on holiday to Cornwall. To facilitate this I fitted a roof box to their family car, I had to drill the crossbars on the rack on her new £70k electric car to make it secure. The roof box was given to us by a friend.
During that holiday, away from my daughter's usual support she developed an infection in a feeding tube which ultimately led to her death. She would not have questioned her choices as she wished to have normal family holiday with her children.
Last week I was contacted by 'that' friend asking me to fit that roof box on her new car. I carried out the same procedure on her new electric car so that she and her family could also, travel to Cornwall tomorrow. I was unaware as I left her house yesterday of the similarity of events.
This morning at 05.45 I left my house to drive to work. A few minutes later those similarities dawned upon me. I heard the words 'Thanks Dad, we had a good holiday'. This startled me. I turned in my seat, stopping the car, traumatised. After a few minutes, after my conscious mind had put together what I had been only subconsciously aware of I sat there and cried.
I then continued on my journey.
I now know what 'haunting' is. It is not necessarily a bad thing. I am and have been aware subconsciously of my daughter's presence with me for months. Always there. On rare and on much sought after occasions her presence is evident to my conscious senses. To date I have only been aware audibly, not visually, audibly is always relevant to my particular place and situation. I do not question their input. They are always beyond any current thoughts I may be generating, someone else with an ethereal input to my then conscious concentrating thoughts. An addition to normal consciousness, an altered or enhanced state. They only appear while I am focused on something of a mild almost 'muscle memory' nature like driving or training repition assembly.
Bereavement, traumatic, painful. I am searching for the elements within it that may help me indure it. I am going to make myself a G&T now. I know my daughter would approve. Vented I am.