Not-So-Newbie
Hey kids, I'm new to the site, but not to the dead dad thing...mine up and died in 1993 after a dramatically long 13 year battle with cancer! Ewww...anyway, it was tragic (as most dead dad deaths are), and I'm scarred for life as a result! My dead dad has affected everything, from my career choice to my sex life, and I'm sure it's not going to go away any time soon (much to the dismay of my man).
One interesting note is that my dead dad died on Christmas Day 1993 (isn't that a hoot!), and just as a little icing on the cake, my family thought it would be great to videotape the funeral! So anytime you want to come over, fire up the popcorn, and dig out a VCR, I've got a VHS that you just can't WAIT to see! It includes a touching, yet loooong, eulogy from my dead dad's long lost brother.
Maybe I'll think about posting a clip here, if I ever get it transferred to DVD...
One interesting note is that my dead dad died on Christmas Day 1993 (isn't that a hoot!), and just as a little icing on the cake, my family thought it would be great to videotape the funeral! So anytime you want to come over, fire up the popcorn, and dig out a VCR, I've got a VHS that you just can't WAIT to see! It includes a touching, yet loooong, eulogy from my dead dad's long lost brother.
Maybe I'll think about posting a clip here, if I ever get it transferred to DVD...
posted by Jessica Foley, MA, LMHC at
4:34 PM
5 Comments:
That is awesomely morbid.
Welcome!
Oh yeah, I have a videotape of the funeral, too. Can't say as I 've ever watched it, but perhaps popcorn would help it go down easier. Well, popcorn dripping in butter & a liter of Rail Trail Ale...
I think a dead dad party is in order...
Ohhh YES Eeka, let us have a dead dad party! it would be sooo much fun!
My dad died too. I remember it like it was yesterday only it was 8 years ago on August 8. My babysitter had just picked me up from pre-k(I was 5) and she took me and my brother to her house. It got later and later and later and my mom still hadn't shown up to get us and I was starting to get tired. Then she showed up!! She looked sad and came to me kneeled down to my level and told me that one of our family members had passed away. I guessed and said GRANDADDY, she said no, I said UNCLE ERIC, she said no, I said UNCLE DUCK, she said no,.....DADDY. She said YES. And i started to cry and so did my brother. These days we dn't talk about it much. I'm 13 now and I dn't think about it much, until today. But what keeps me smiling is that I know he's watching over me and I so Proud of his little PRINCESS and his son.
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