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Enduring Life's Most Difficult Moments


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I remember the time a close relative of mine was destroying his family out of poor selfishness, and idiocy. Seeing his wife and family innocently left in devastation back then, absolutely tore me up inside and I simply could not see a way forward to life. Yet today, they have an amicable relationship, and things are very stable for that family. Previous to this, seeing my mother suffer a heart attack when I was very young, would have been my most painful experience. For a while, financial issues opaqued my outlook on life. But today, I have to witness a very close relative of mine suffer from advanced stage 4 cancer, and everything else just seems to pale in comparison to the pain, difficulties and suffering this situation has now created in life. One can even come to fear "living" itself somehow. It is truly amazing how these events changes one's perspective on everything. But despite how painful life's deadly situations may be, however, I think it is important we never forget that there really IS a way forward, that there WILL be a better tomorrow, and that we WILL receive strength to carry on.

 

Seeing death threaten a very close family member of yours changes your outlook on life, and can sometimes help reposition your priorities. Having someone's shoulder to cry on is very important, as is opening up about how you feel inside with someone you can trust. Friends can be key helpers in the healing process.

 

We kid and play a lot, but there really is a time for everything, and these forums can be a great source of support for those going through tough moments in life.

 

I hope you too are willing to share with the group some of your own life's difficult moments that you endured, or are enduring, as this can be of great encouragement to others.

 

If anyone here ever needs someone to listen to them, know I am always available.

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The most difficult time in my life..........

 

My biological father died when I was 6 mths old. So I never knew him.

 

At the time my Mom was about 40 had me, a 9 year old daughter and a 14 year old son. She had never worked a day in her life.

 

She struggled as you can imagine............ but 3 years latter married again.

 

That man was my father in EVERY sense of the word. My hero in so many respects. He saved our family. He was such a GREAT teacher of so many things. We had a wonderful relationship.

 

He knew when to scold when to console when to listen.

 

He and I when I was about 25 went to visit the small town he grew up in in Mich. he had no family there, and for that matter no biological family anywhere at all.

 

He took me to the Paw Paw patch in a woods he played in as a child. (A Paw Paw is a fruit).

 

We sat on a log and talked.

 

He pulled out a fifth of Crown Royal he had in his jacket and we talked. Talked about life, money,work, death and how it all works together.

 

he asked me to promise him I would never allow him to go to a nursing home or be kept alive by artificial means.

 

We sipped that bottle together and our bond transformed from that of a father to a son, but to one of a Man to another Man.

 

Move ahead 20 years.

 

My Father was living down in Mexico (750 miles South of Border) and got very ill. After 3days in hospital I was told by Mexican Dr. get your father to the states now, he is going to die and you will have a mess on your hands.

 

So I private contracted a plane with a RN to fly him from Guadalhara to Colorado Springs where my older Brother and Sister lived.

 

Once there the Drs said he wasn't terminal, so I remained in Ohio with the idea being when he got better I would go there and bring him back here.

 

While there over the course of a week via feeding tubes and IV they got his hydration and nutrition in PERFECT SHAPE.

 

BUT, the Drs after a week said he wouldn't ever be able to walk again and would live less than a year. (he had Parkinson's very bad).

 

So I flew out. When I got there he was able to sit up and talk. We discussed life and his wishes. We BOTH knew it was time.

 

Upon his request we had him moved to an in house Hospice and removed a hydration and food.

 

The first 3 days would would talk 10 hours a day, but he started to weaken.

 

He passed away peacefully after 9 days in hospice .

 

A week latter I buried his ashes in a Paw paw patch in Camden Mich and cried and had one last drink with My Dad.

 

 

As time passes my eyes still well up when I think of him, but the tears are now tears of gratitude and appreciation as I reflect upon all he meant to me and my family and how he SAVED US

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when I was 4 my sister who was 10 got hit by a car and died later that night in the hospital. I remember that day clearly. My mother had made potato soup and I didn't know why I was the only one who was sitting at the table eating. Another sister later held me on her lap and told me what had happened. Her and I are still very close to this day. This was very difficult on my mother as you could imagine. Now, as a father of 2, I couldn't imagine losing a child.

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good stuff guys

 

burying my baby daughter was as bad as it ever got for me

 

having to put up with comments about "god's plan" or other such bullshit almost drove me to murder

 

also, on a side note... in the original post there is a comment about "it WILL get better". i never understood that!!?? it might get better, it might get worse, and it might stay about the same.

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I'm going through a major health issue at this time. 2015 hasn't been good to me thus far.Needless to say I have a big fight on my hands soon when treatment begins but I have too much to live for to quit.

 

 

sorry to hear pete. my heart goes out to you

 

and everyone else here too, threads like this make us realize that most people deal with way more shit than they should have to

 

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good stuff guys

 

burying my baby daughter was as bad as it ever got for me

 

having to put up with comments about "god's plan" or other such bullshit almost drove me to murder

 

also, on a side note... in the original post there is a comment about "it WILL get better". i never understood that!!?? it might get better, it might get worse, and it might stay about the same.

My heart truly goes out to you. My baby nephew died a few years back and it forever changed me. I cannot imagine my brothers pain.

 

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good stuff guys

 

burying my baby daughter was as bad as it ever got for me

 

having to put up with comments about "god's plan" or other such bullshit almost drove me to murder

 

also, on a side note... in the original post there is a comment about "it WILL get better". i never understood that!!?? it might get better, it might get worse, and it might stay about the same.

 

 

So sorry to hear about this. Jesus I couldn't even fathom something like this.

 

I can't even find the words for this type of thing.

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I'm going through a major health issue at this time. 2015 hasn't been good to me thus far.Needless to say I have a big fight on my hands soon when treatment begins but I have too much to live for to quit.

 

 

Stay strong you can do it..................will all be pulling for you

 

 

 

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