I was 8 yrs old, visiting him at his house in Maine. He'd been coloring with me on the floor, & stretched out & fell asleep. For some reason I jumped in the middle of him. He came awake, grabbed his stomach & threw up. Later that day he couldn't get out of bed. I went in my room & played, never checked on him. I remember feeling unconcerned, like I didnt care about my own father. After a couple of hrs his girlfriend came over. She came in my room & scolded me for not "looking after him" or at least calling someone, with him being so sick. When he was throwing up blood she called an ambulance. But it was too late & he was gone by the next morning. He was only 28. Now I have learned he wasnt my real dad. My mom led him to believe I was his -- I had his dark Greek coloring. He was the sweetest daddy anyone could have, and I killed him by not caring enough to get help! My mom tells me to move on and get to know my "real" dad.
Please how do I wake up everyday and not feel this hurt?
2007-11-30
16:26:58
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I went into his room to see why he was in bed. He told me he couldn't move and he couldnt get out of bed. The part I have the hardest time with is he DID tell me to call an ambulance, and then he instructed me to call his girlfriend to come and watch after me....which I did NOT because I didnt like her. It was not his fault. I'm not exactly blaming myself either. I KNOW I didnt do it on purpose.
It kills me that I didnt call the ambulance when he told me. It's unthinkable to me now.
2007-11-30
17:03:15 ·
update #1
Also, noone knows that I jumped on him unless he still had presence of mind enough in the hospital to tell them what happened . Only he knew what happened. I never told his girlfriend that I might have hurt him by jumping on him. That is another thing that I deal with, what if I had just TOLD someone they would have had a a better idea of what to do?
2007-11-30
17:19:52 ·
update #2