I lost a good friend and loved one in my Dad last week. Mom called me at 8:00 in the morning to tell me she found my dad not breathing and his lips were black. She called me immediately before she called 911. I made the trek in from Bville to Bixby and when I got there the Coriner was there. They could not get the stretcher back there to him so I had to help drag him to the door and down the hall to lift him up on the stretcher. Its something I can't get out of my head. Having trouble sleeping most nights thinking about it. Kept thinking he was going to wake up. Kept thinking is he really dead. Seeing his eyes roll around and lifeless body kind of haunts me.
I prefer to remember all the good times we had. He coached and taught me and my bro how to play baseball from the time we were 2 on up till 7th grade. He took us hunting and fishing. Plus made time for us and was a great dad. Someone I will miss until one day I see him again in Heaven. My son is also struggling with it as well. He was the only grandson in our family. My pops took him fishing and would shoot baskets with him every time we visited. He was a great dad and a great grandpa. Love you Dad.
Anyways my ? is this. The people that you cared about most if you saw them dead, or helped move them. What helped you get over it, do you ever get over it? Should I see a shrink haha??