i'm asking for you all to post your worst day stories so that i don't think that i just had the worst day ever. i'll not post it here, but i'll answer it in pm so i don't bum out the room

 

Don't really have a worst day. sorry man.

 

Jan. 06,2005. co worker calls and asked what happened to my helicopter said he heard it crashed. my heart stoped. Aircraft destroyed, I thank God that no one was killed or seriously injured.

 

Can't say I have one either. If I do, I don't remember... not good to dwell; it's in the past.

 

The day I lost my grandfather, 12-22-05/12-23/05. (Not the day he died, that was a week later.)

Finals week ran right up to the 23rd of December this year; I had a Calc final at 8 that day, then I was going to drive home, about 300 miles. I was giving someone a ride that was a bit out of my usual route, and it was going to take me within a mile of my grandparent's house, so I was planning to stop for dinner, to visit with my grandparents, whom I had not seen since Thanksgiving.

Late Thursday evening, I got a phone call from my father, (a most unusual event, as we both hate phones) telling me that my grandfather had had a severe stroke and was in the hospital.

I managed to take the final (I even passed), but it was a very rough 5 hour drive to the hospital. I found my grandmother, father, and uncle waiting while some tests were being done to him. After several hours, a doctor came out and said that there was no hope of a full recovery, or even a nearly full recovery. For many years, my grandfather had been saying that he did not want to live in a diminished state, being active was who he was. At that point, I knew I'd never see him again- he gave up the fight because a "success" in the eyes of the doctors would have been his own personal hell.

I learned a lot from my grandfather, not only about working on cars and making things from metal and wood; but also about friendship, honor, determination, courage, and doing right by those you care about. I've often been told I'm a lot like him, both good qualities and bad. I always took it as a complement, no matter how it was intended. I'd go on, but this damn screen is getting too blurry...

 

Last week I found out my Mom has lung cancer and may only have a short time left with us.

 

the day my daughter died in an accident here on the farm, she was 21 months old, and had lots of potential. Still reeling from it. Doing the best I can, it isn't as easy as "get overit" as some say. I don't generally dwell, but there are images from that which are hard to deal with, was told I have post trauma stress, along the lines of what our vets experience in battle, obviously not that graphic, but just as difficult. I don't care to go into details about it.

 

Man I can sense your pain, I grew up farming and can't count the times God let me live another day. Now that I work in EMS I see the other side and it ain’t no prettier

 

I had a bad day today as well

Nothing...absolutely nothing went well, and when one is losing their health they need all the good days they can get not bad ones

 

My dad spent 4 days in the hospital after Christmas of 2004 (Monday-Thursday). He got out of the hospital Thursday morning. That same night his dad passed away (massive heart attack) while he was attending my little brother's basketball game. The game was called before it was over due to this. I was home for christmas break. My mom and I had to do CPR on my G-pa for the first couple times and I was the one to call my dad to tell him what happened cause my older brother had just took him home cause he still wasnt feeling well. I grew up living 5 miles from his place. I would spend every summer helpin him on the farm. My G-pa is the smartest person I will ever know.

 

June 21st, 1974 at 2:31 when the paramedic said, "He's not responding".

My Grandfather had a major heart attack while I was sitting on the couch next to him. The paramedics got there in less than 10-minutes but far too late to have a chance to save him. Lost my mentor that afternoon when I was 12.

I've lost other Family members and friends but I just can't seem to let him go, it still hurts.

Still, that cannot be compared to a parent losing a child. I could not imagine the immense grief and suffering that would come from that.

 

Just hang in there. You don't "get over" something like that, you just...go through it. Again and again, and hopefully less so over time. Don't beat yourself up for feeling it.

Ironically, I came to this post just after putting my 3 yr old girl to sleep, and wondering how I could possibly get through it if I lost her.

Strength, Brother Fellro86.

 

That's a bad one, my heart goes out to you. Do what you need to do to stay close and be with her. If you need folks to talk with, there's some stellar folks here.

Erik

 

Sorry to say but you will never "get over it". The pain becomes easier to live with, the sense of loss becomes less, the lonely spot becomes smaller. 32 years after losing our son, I still wonder, what could I have done or should have done different. What would he look like today. What would he have accomplished. The wife and I were just kids ourselves at the time. No one can tell a person how to grieve or how long. We don't "get over it" but we do learn to live with it

My best to you fellro86

 

I lost my father to leukemia 6 years ago. The day that took the most out of me was about 3 months before the end. We went together to the machine shop where he worked and loaded up his tools. My once-strong father, the man who innately seemed to know how to fix anything under the sun, packing in his tools. It just had such an air of finality to it.

With the passage of time I am more at peace with it. This next part will probably sound a little odd, but I take it as a good sign. I used to dream about him fairly frequently, but would wake up with a sense of despair because in my dreams he was still sick. In the past year or so when my sleeping mind wanders that direction, he is healthy and happy like old times.

Blessings on all you folks.