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@HannaD .
@Self.In.Progress I think that in my partner relationships, I sought a "hero" replacement for my father who hadn't been there in my life for me emotionally-he spent his time at work and the bar or home drunk.....I dreamed of marrying someone who'd rescue me, sweep me off my feet, and be there always to love me and never betray me......... I ended up with a physically abusive husband the first time and a narcissistic gaslighter the second go round. All of my "male" relationships turned out to be emotionally empty, or abusive/narcissistic-they were there as the "hero" initially...... and that turned sour once I said "I do." I believe I didn't get a good role model....so, I ended up with shit for husbands. I think I took that father need.....and twisted it around in my partner relationships.....and in doing so, the relationship was unequal in authority-man was right, had more say and control, I was needy and vulnerable, and there were no clear boundaries-I I ended up with unhealthy partners.....cause I didn't know what a healthy one was.
When I dealt with the grief, I was really very angry with him.... I first wrote down things on paper and burned them in a backyard fire. He was not the only one I addressed at the bonfire.....there was plenty of shxt I wanted to say to a number of people who had betrayed me or hadn't done their job properly-and I had one friend who attended....a wittness....and she had her own shxt that she addressed, too so I was her witness. I was angry...she was angry.....two angry women burning and bitching. But after I acknowledged the crap my father had-and hadn't done...and should have done.....I had loads of overwhelming feelings of loss. We finished the bonfire bitching session with smores and hot chocolate.
At the time, I had gone no low/contact with my family, to get away from the dysfunction, and to hopefully get in a better place without drama. I was feeling so very alone. So, a couple of months later, still feeling so much loss, I felt like I had to take some kind of action to move these feelings into a better place, so I had a funeral for him (he was still alive). With the unusual circumstances he found himself in, I knew that I would not be contacted when he died.
So, I came to a point that I had to say "good-bye" because I was having terrible grief issues, not functioning well at all because of it, and the struggle of letting go of the relationship and realizing what the relationship was to begin with-empty emotionally....no father-daughter bond, and I really needed to resolve it within. So, I made a funeral pamphlet with the most recent pic of him on the front, I wrote a couple of poems which summed up my feelings, dressed in a dress for the moment, and had a funeral with my T.
Had I not had a T, I would have had a funeral with a friend of mine who knew him.....but having it with T....was more predictable.
I gave an oral recant of the father I wish I could have had, the father I really had, and the few things that I remembered that he taught me that I appreciated (fishing and baiting a hook-not the drunk part, telling me always to have medical insurance and retirement-I do, pancakes, popcorn, and teaching me to ride the John Deer tractor-cutting the grass-a life skill). I tried to find a few good memories, or things my father taught me, and hold onto those and something positive to end the funeral with....that has helped-though there were few and little....I have to admit....it helped to make everything not bad.....to find something good (little things), no matter how little, is something good to remember and I ended the funeral with the things I learned from him. To end the funeral, I played The Parting Song, an Irish drinking/parting song....often played and sung at funerals these days-that song speaks to me and the need to "part." I used to cry when I'd listen to it....now I sing when I hear it. I could not sing then....I had lost my voice but it is back now and I can sing again.
A week or so after the prefuneral, I drew a picture of him, of me letting a red balloon go just out of my reach.....and his face, in the wind.....fading away. This too, was helpful. Art for me is very therapeutic.
I hadn't anticipated seeing him again before he died (because I was emotionally abused by his keeper, my bro, when I went to see him) I did get to see him one last time. That experience, a pre-funeral so to speak, gave me the words in a 3 min. time span , to let him go in person recognizing him as really human.....so lost, empty, emotionless, lonely, and afraid. Instead of seeing my father as someone who wasn't-or who didn't-or who should have, I was able to see him as a very human and very sad soul-but that took the prefuneral, a change of perception on my part, and albeit a bit of time. My father's biggest fear, as mine, is being alone. He, like I, didn't like crowds of people either-I can't imagine the fear of dying....and feeling alone-and the dreaded-what happens after death? Will I be alone?.....but I knew that was his. I just told him that he wouldn't make the journey alone, and someone would come for him when it was time and they would help him find Mom. She'd be waiting for him. He died 6 weeks after I saw him. I had no idea he was terminal. I'm glad I was kind about it. I'm glad to this day that I took care of those feelings of grief, loss, and dealt with my anger, and said my goodbyes without the anger & rage. And I believe at 99 years old, it was time for him to find his peace. However, it took a lot of acknowledging my anger, and dealing with the grief, the loss, the hurt, and realizing how human and imperfect we are as people, and it took years to get to this point. I think, in letting go .....there is growth.....a different perception.....and that paves the way for a healthier way of living. Holding onto the past, wishing for what should have been.....kept me locked in the past and unable to move forward-and kept me bitter. Letting it go.....changes that anger and bitterness to acceptance.....but it really takes action....and sometimes multiple actions.........and time. You will get there......and it will get better .....if that's what you want.
Good luck....