Learning to live with my son getting killed two and a half years ago. At times it still seams like last week.
I've almost died twice, held my mothers hand when she died, stood by my wife's side when she was having cancer treatments, there is nothing that I've been through that can even come close to this or what several of the others here have been through, I have no problems.
My condolences on the loss of your son.
Paul
"I'd rather see a sermon than hear a sermon".... D.A.D.
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Few years back, my Mom i Binghamton NY was fading pretty quickly in the hospital. I went there and spent two weeks but she did not pass. I had to return to NC at that point. I showed up at the hospital at 6am the day I was leaving and sat with her. Getting up and leaving that room was the most difficult thing I have ever done. I was abandoning her in my mind. Sat in the car crying my eyes out for almost an hour. Then I turned the key and headed south. Never saw her alive again.
I've never seen hard times or had to do anything all that tough. There were times when I thought I had problems but, when I look around, I'm pretty blessed and have been for 73 years. GD
God bless Texas----------------------- Old 300 I will remain what i am until the day I die- A HUNTER......Sitting Bull Its not how you pick the booger.. but where you put it !! Roger V Hunter
a lot of things were not easy, but possibly the most wrenching was finally admitting to myself that my first ex wife, the mother of both my kids, was a psycho bitch and was never going to change. Then filing for divorce, and taking custody of the kids. Then never, ever talking to her again. To this day, I don't know what she calls herself or where she lives.
Learning to live with my son getting killed two and a half years ago. At times it still seams like last week.
33 years ago for me…there is never “closure” just a learning to live with the pain thing…Second hardest was putting down my little JRT last month… over my lifetime, I’ve had to put down at least a dozen good dogs, but losing Tuffy has been brutal…
Eulogizing a team mate at his memorial service with his his wife and two little daughters staring at me in the front row.
Same here except only one daughter in the front row.
Physically, a walk-in Dall sheep hunt in the Chugach range. The walk out took three days, and it rained the whole time. All of our stuff was soaking wet and the first leg was 3,000 vertical gain on bare rock with the heaviest pack I've ever attempted to carry, since the hunt was successful. We had to stop about every 100 yards or so to let the lactic acid in our leg muscles dissipate. The last leg was down a steep muddy non-trail where I took more than one tumble.
The worst thing I've had to do was crush my children's souls when I told them their mom wasn't coming home from the hospital. The younger two were 15 and 10 at the time.
My wife asking me to cut her hair off as she started chemo for breast cancer. Hardest thing I've ever done
Bros holy
Originally Posted by Ben_Lurkin
The worst thing I've had to do was crush my children's souls when I told them their mom wasn't coming home from the hospital. The younger two were 15 and 10 at the time.
1. Telling my 5 year old that the marriage was over. I'd not be there every night - only to have him say back to me "It's okay Dad, bad things happen to good people. We'll still hang out" 2. Watching my grandparents die 3. Pure effort wise - language school at DLI. Never worked so hard, academically as that and I had 12 years of private school prior.
Our younger daughter "borrowed" the mini-van when we were away. She was 15. She had a head-on and looking at her in the emergency room later with every bone in her face broken was brutal.
