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My father passed away in 99 and not a day has gone by that I don't think of him; it does get easier though. For me the hardest time came about a month after his passing. I had taken Alex who was a newborn at the time and stayed with mom in California for the first month. It was when I cam back home and tried settling into my routine that it really hit me, and I had to turn to my friends and Xanax to get me through. The feelings of guilt were overwhelming ... a stack of photos and half written letter on the desk I had been meaning to send him, signs that all was not right with his health, cancelled visits because I did not want to travel with an infant ... I needed the Xanax for about 2 weeks, not long enough to get addicted, but long enough to turn of my head and get some sleep for a few hours a day and not be overcome with negative emotions. I later wrote my memorie of him and his stories in a journal with photographs, hoping that my kids may someday know him too.
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My father passed away in 99 and not a day has gone by that I don't think of him; it does get easier though. For me the hardest time came about a month after his passing. I had taken Alex who was a newborn at the time and stayed with mom in California for the first month. It was when I cam back home and tried settling into my routine that it really hit me, and I had to turn to my friends and Xanax to get me through. The feelings of guilt were overwhelming ... a stack of photos and half written letter on the desk I had been meaning to send him, signs that all was not right with his health, cancelled visits because I did not want to travel with an infant ... I needed the Xanax for about 2 weeks, not long enough to get addicted, but long enough to turn of my head and get some sleep for a few hours a day and not be overcome with negative emotions. I later wrote my memorie of him and his stories in a journal with photographs, hoping that my kids may someday know him too.
We are all here for you.
