My father died x years ago at the age of... I don't know, in his 80s? That's telling I suppose. We weren't close. We hadn't fallen out. I moved away, overseas, and lived my own life, did my own things.
We spoke a few weeks before he died (pancreatic cancer) He asked me not to come back (from overseas) He wanted to see out his life as 'normally' as possible. I got that. My being there would have just reminded him, been too difficult. There was no malice on either side. We finished the phone conversation knowing that was the last time we'd speak. Weird.
When he died I can honestly say I felt next to nothing. Indeed, any response was more due my lack of response. I didn't hate him, I just didn't know him. I feel no sadness nor shame in me saying that either. It was as it was.
We spoke a few weeks before he died (pancreatic cancer) He asked me not to come back (from overseas) He wanted to see out his life as 'normally' as possible. I got that. My being there would have just reminded him, been too difficult. There was no malice on either side. We finished the phone conversation knowing that was the last time we'd speak. Weird.
When he died I can honestly say I felt next to nothing. Indeed, any response was more due my lack of response. I didn't hate him, I just didn't know him. I feel no sadness nor shame in me saying that either. It was as it was.
