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Originally Posted by Otto-matic
My Dad's final weeks haunts me, He had a real bad case of idiopathic pulmonary fibrosis and it decimated him. He was a shell of the man who he was - watching someone you love quickly fall to a disease is something I wouldn't wish on anyone. It really ****s you up and leaves the people around it in a blast zone trying to piece together their lives while also knowing you're in for another hit.
I'm thankful he went quickly once his quality of life deteriorated and didn't suffer much. He was a man who loved video games, the Flames, dogs, his home and his family and he got to do all of that until the end.
I have the same thoughts though - did I do enough, spend enough time with him. I was only 21 when he passed and the thought of losing him made me scared of reality.
TBQH I probably have undiagnosed PTSD that I burried and ignored from his passing and going right into the 13 floods where our home got flooded out in Sunnyside losing majority of his belongings and all of our family photos, belongings and a sense of life.
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It really sucks. He was the toughest man in the world. He broke his hip, walked around on it for over a month before they figured out the problem, then Cancer saw its window and took him. I’m still not the same, probably never will be.