My dad died in December of 25. He was sick but declined faster than anyone thought. Doctors gave him 6-18 months and he was gone in just 3 weeks.
We had an estranged relationship. He hadn’t talked to me in years except to tell me he had disinherited me and I should never go to his funeral one day. This was about 7 years ago. I was heartbroken that he just wanted to wash his hands of me. I never reached out to him for fear of further rejection.
Fast forward to November of 2025 a month before he died he called me. It was great to hear his voice and he was kind and apologetic for the way he had treated me. I hoped this could be a short but new beginning. Obviously that’s not how things went. I was just days postpartum at this time and really lacked the headspace to even express my feelings during the phone call.
He truly struggled with relationships with everyone his whole life. He was described as a porcupine. Prickly and could be hurtful but I believe he caused himself the most pain. I hope he found peace he never felt while alive.
I’m not sure what I’m looking for I guess I kinda felt like I’d see signs or feel his presence since he’s passed but nothing. I feel like I should have done more when he was alive to keep in contact with him.