I was at my mom's side when she died and I told her over and over that I loved her...

Damn, I'm bumming myself out...

Quoted: I was at my mom's side when she died and I told her over and over that I loved her... Damn, I'm bumming myself out...

That's so cool.  My mother died when I was born.  I was raised by my Grandmother.  She had a massive stroke and died before I could get to her.  Though for me it would have been nice to have been able to hold her hand and tell her I loved her, I think she knew.  She meant the world to me.  Its hard to supress that.

Chin up, no bumming yourself out.  Your Mom wouldn't want you too.

Patty

My mom and dad know I love them.

The last words exchanged between my dad (over the phone) and I were

him: Well, tomorrow they're going to cut me open like a sausage.
me: I guess so.
him: See you when I wake up.
me: Ok, bye.
him: yep, bye.
*click*

I tell them everyday.

My Dad and I had a huge fight that lasted for months. He didn't want to see me, I refused to go see him. Two stubborn bastards.

I finally sucked it up, swallowed my pride and went to see him. We both apologized. I spent a good bit of time with him that day.

He died that night.

Quoted: My Dad and I had a huge fight that lasted for months. He didn't want to see me, I refused to go see him. Two stubborn bastards. I finally sucked it up, swallowed my pride and went to see him. We both apologized. I spent a good bit of time with him that day. He died that night.

It's good that you sucked it up. I probably wouldn't even be able to live with myself if my mom died hating my guts...

My Dad told me he loved me two days before he died, that was the first time I had ever remembered hearing that and I was speechless

my parents haven't died yet...........recently i've let my father know i believe he did a good job raising my brother and me..............it took me 30 years to really realize it, but he did ok considering what he was left to deal with.  Divorces can be bitter....................I really didn't want him to die thinking i believed him to be the bad guy.

Quoted: My Dad told me he loved me two days before he died, that was the first time I had ever remembered hearing that and I was speechless

I can't imagine that. My parents and I are very close.

Quoted: I was at my mom's side when she died and I told her over and over that I loved her... Damn, I'm bumming myself out...

My dad did.

My mother is still alive and the only reason I would want to know where she was burried when she dies is so I can piss on her grave.

Yep, I tell them every time I talk to them on the phone.

Don't forget the tell your siblings too. I used to feel funny saying it to my sisters, but you know what, it is no big deal cause you know you do.

Can we get a group hug?


ByteTheBullet  (-:

Yep, my Dad did.

Hey, what kind of crappy sadness inducing thread is this anyway?

My mom, Grandmother and, Grandfather did, I was at their sides when they passed.  



As for my father, and his side of the family, they can all rot in hell.

I remember watching Mom's chest rise and fall on the respirator, not knowing whether she could hear me or not, and telling her "I love you!"

Made sure I told my Dad many times in the next 10 years before he died. Always, ALWAYS, regret not telling Mom more.

Kinda wish you hadn't asked.

I was 1500 miles away when my father died.
I think he knew I loved him, but I have regretted not telling him.

My mother......

Well, since this is a serious thread, I'll just say I won't shed a tear when she's gone and she knows it.

Firstly my parents are both still alive.  My mom always knew because I told her everyday and still tell her everyday that I see her.  My father and I had a stressed relationship.  He was always putting me down.  It wasnt entirely his fault as his father did the same to him.  He just thought he was being a GOOD parent.  Anyway about 10 years ago he was ragging on me really bad and I just had enuff.  We fought verbally for about 2 hours and it ended with me leaving his house telling him I never wanted to see, hear or talk to him EVER again.  About 3 hours later I got a call from my mom who asked me if it was ok if she came over.  I said yes and she brought my dad with her.  We talked for about another 2 hours when it was all said and done with after many tears he apologized.  Now my dad and I are best friends.  I hug him hello and goodbye everytime I see him and tell both my parents I love them before I leave.  It was the greatest fight I ever had.  

They knew.

But my dad just died three weeks ago and the last time we met before he died we had a small argument.

I am having a VERY hard time forgiving myself for that.

Sgatr1q5

My father & I had a minor falling out a few months before he died. I said something stupid. Fortuantely we mended fences a bit before he died (just before Fathers Day 1983.)  I still get tears in my eyes thinking of him. He was a good dad. Moms still alive and I tell her whenever I see her that I love her

No...guess not.

We had been estranged for many years.  About twelve years ago, we realized Pop had Alzheimers and Mom was diagnosed with lung and bladder cancer.

About two years later, she went terminal.  I visited her in the hospital during her last few days and told her I loved her...but by that time she was super doped up and pretty much non-responsive.  I wasn't at my mother's side when she died because I had to be 150 miles away at our home with the movers, because we were moving across country.   We drove back up, attended the funeral, then left.

When Pops died a couple of years later, I didn't go back.
 
Whatever good feelings I once had towards them as a child were suppressed or driven out of me over the years until I hauled ass at seventeen to join up.  There just wasn't anything there...

Way too much violence and fighting in my family.

Quoted: Yep, I tell them every time I talk to them on the phone. Don't forget the tell your siblings too. I used to feel funny saying it to my sisters, but you know what, it is no big deal cause you know you do. Can we get a group hug? ByteTheBullet  (-:

Nope...sorry, don't much care about my siblings either.

My brother and I haven't spoken in years.  He is an angry, sarcastic socialist who ruined his life and almost completely wrecked that of his two sons, mostly with his new-age, liberal bilge.  Our problems and differences began when we were both very young and continued all of our lives.  During the Vietnam War, he was ready to flee to Canada, when he got a +300 draft number that saved his butt.  This happened during my second deployment.  He was the doper college student who accused me of being a weird baby killer and a tool of the corrupt Nixon regime.  Later in life, he'd get drunk and spew the craziest shit:  One day years later, after I'd been commissioned, he told me, "Don't forget all of the little men that worked for you that make up your ladder of success in your military career.  THEY are responsible for you being an officer and whatever measure of success you have achieved!"  (Typical Socialist crap!)    How conveniently he forgot that I started out as an E-1 about twenty years before!  I'm the brother who put himself through school...twice, totally on my own nickel.

My sister is a selfish loser-drunk and an drug addict who works the generous Kommifornistan welfare system to keep her fellow citizens paying for her lifestyle.  She could be dry and sober now...my missus says she is...but I don't care.

So...we don't see much of each other...and I don't much care.

Quoted: I was at my mom's side when she died and I told her over and over that I loved her... Damn, I'm bumming myself out...

When my Grandfather passed, he passed without my saying all I wanted to say to him.

That doesn't really bother me because I will see him again. He served God all of his life, and I serve God as well, and we both have the same blessed hope of life everlasting through Jesus Christ.

Though his body is dead, his spirit is with God and knows what I didn't get a chance to say.

If we live our lives properly, we shouldn't need many words as our entire life will convey the proper message. Still, it is nice to say what we feel sometimes.

I'm sure we all have many memories of our parents as kids growing up and one of have of my dad is one day ( I was about 5 or 6 ) I was up the field playing when I saw some older kids flying kites I ran home and ask my dad to take me to the store and get me a kite but he said he was to busy,  So I went out side and sat on our table feeling kind of down, about a half hour later my dad called me back in the house and he was down stairs in the basement when I got there he handed me a kite that he had made from stuf he found in the house, he told me he learned to make a kite as a kid because his father had little money to spend on things like that I could not wait to take this kite up to the field and fly it and boy did it fly from that day on I always knew there was nothing my dad could not do, that was some forty years ago, three years ago my Dad died of cancer I struggled with the fact I never told him that I loved him, I never told anyone about the kite story I always kept it to my self, The other day my Mom sent me a card  thanking me for some work I did on her house and in the card she said she was prould to have a son like me and on the front of the card was a little boy flying a kite.  I think that was my Dad saying he knows I loved him.

What's up with all these people hating their mothers?


My dad didn't want me visiting him in the ICU when he was dying or leukemia I'm sure my marrow type is the same his was, but he didn't want any of that either I think (hope) he knew I loved him, but I sure as hell know he loved me.

My grandmother. I didn't have a chance to visit her for a couple of days, durring which time she got hospitalized (she was going in and out; brain tumor and bad diabetes). That last two or so days she went downhill fast, and on her final night me and my bro (actually cousin) went to visit her. She died shortly after we got there. She knew we both loved her. (This was also the same day the pope died, a few hours later actually).