It’s been three years…
Sunday, October 23rd, 2011It’s been over 3 years now since our beloved daughter took her life. We’ve learnt to laugh again, and enjoy life, although the past 3 years have not been easy. We’ve thrown ourselves into hobbies that keep us busy, give us exercise and allows us time alone, as well as mixing and mingling with others.
Some friends have drifted away – perhaps they couldn’t cope with what we were going through. We’ve made new friends who seem to genuinely care for us and are here for us when we have a need.
Our other daughters have gotten on with their lives and we have a grandchild now who continues to be a delight to us. Still the sadness is with us. Our lost daughter will never marry or give us grandchildren and sometimes we grieve for that.
My father remains free but I have no contact with him or mum. I do know he’s ill from emphysema(or is it enphacema?) which restricts him from doing much. Good, I hope that means children are now safe if they’re near him, but I doubt it. I hope and pray that there aren’t kids going to their home anymore. I have warned my mum in the past she shouldn’t be letting this happen. Knowing that all of their children (my sisters, brother and I) have left the state for varying reasons and they only have two grownup grandsons in their state, they are probably feeling very lonely. Dad should have thought about what the consequences may have been because of his actions.
I hear my friends talk about their elderly parents and the care they give and the love they have for them and sometimes I find it very hard not to cry. I want very much for my life to be normal and for me to be caring for elderly parents too, but that’s not to be. We have a huge chasm between us and unless dad can acknowledge what he’s done and ask for forgiveness, then I doubt anything will ever change. If he went to jail now, he’d die in there.
I do not know what I’ll do when the time comes for him to go. Should I go? Should I be there to support mum?
I know my husband doesn’t want me to go. I really don’t know how I’m going to feel. Relief? Release? Anger? Sadness? Grief? Who knows? Dad, why did you steal our daughters’ innocence? And why did you betray our trust in the worst possible way? I have no idea. I only wish it had never happened, or that my husband and I could have seen all those years ago what was taking place and put a stop to it.
I hope my writings here are helping others in some way, even if just to find out they’re not alone in their grief and sorrow.