Yes, it is, and it’s also stressful not being able to contribute, but I’m stuck with it.
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I helped to take care of my dad, the last weeks of his life. There were no hospices, then, and very little was known about cancer and other terminal diseases. I spent nights caring for him while my mother took the day shift. I was 17.
To this day, I have never grieved for him. At least, not a grieving that I recognize as such. But I miss him, even after all these years. Hang in there, honey. Everything will work out like it’s supposed to.