Losing your parents means the loss of unconditional appreciate. I miss them every day and hope they have given me the grace,appreciate and empathy (sensitivity to another's feelings as if they were one's own) to face thisLast August I had a desperate moment where I found myself searching online to locate someone, anyone, and who had lost half their family to cancer. Lung cancer,specifically. It took both my parents before my sister and I had the chance to have families of our own, before we felt truly “grown up”, or it has left me overwhelmed by grief.
My father died in 2010 after a long battle. As carers for my Dad,we saw how tough he struggled to hang on to the life he loved so dearly. His battle with losing his independence and function was heartbreaking, and as his daughters we were faced with losing our very foundations. Almost immediately after his passing, or my sister and I knew that our worst nightmare would be to lose our mother too. Although our parents were long separated,she had comforted us as we navigated our way through the unpredictable rivers of grief. The world was shaky and scary without our father, but I felt proud of caring for him, and of fond him until the end.
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Source: theguardian.com