How do you live everyday after something like this

[Jessicalea]

So I woke up one day to hear my dad vomiting he'd been under the weather for the past few days nothing major... He yelled out to my mum so I told her. She ran out and asked me to ring an ambulance. I went in and saw him. He had lost his colour. I touched him. He was cold. Tried feeling for a pulse. No luck he was gone! The worst day of my life. I had to call my siblings and tell them my father wasn't responding. He was 40. I'm 22. It was a pulmonary embolism. I still ask myself how every single day. I have a 2 year old that loved his pop so much and now he tells me pops in bed. And not just my own grieving. My sons. My mothers. My siblings. Its so hard to face the day

[BeniGirl]

Jessicalea I am so sorry for your loss. That had to be very traumatic. I lost my dad in September. He had been ill for a long time but always managed to bounce back. My family had just been there the night before for dinner and we all had such a nice time. Then the next morning I get a call from my hysterical niece who said my sister had called my mom (who has Alzheimer's) and my mom had mentioned how odd it was that my dad was still sleeping at 11. He passed in his sleep, just the way he wanted to, but not a day goes by that I don't think of him and miss him. I feel for you, being so young and your son so young. My heart goes out to you.

[Sweetisabelle]

On 22/02/2017 at 7:06 AM, Jessicalea said:

So I woke up one day to hear my dad vomiting he'd been under the weather for the past few days nothing major... He yelled out to my mum so I told her. She ran out and asked me to ring an ambulance. I went in and saw him. He had lost his colour. I touched him. He was cold. Tried feeling for a pulse. No luck he was gone! The worst day of my life. I had to call my siblings and tell them my father wasn't responding. He was 40. I'm 22. It was a pulmonary embolism. I still ask myself how every single day. I have a 2 year old that loved his pop so much and now he tells me pops in bed. And not just my own grieving. My sons. My mothers. My siblings. Its so hard to face the day

My mom had a pulmonary embolism a couple weeks ago. My brother and dad heard here yell for help. She couldn't catch her breath. I only saw her for a few moments as she wouldn't want us kids to see her. All I can remember is seeing the fear in her eyes, I heard her saying "I don't know what's going on" I remeber the sound of her breathing, and seeing her colour change, her lips going blue. She died in my moms arms. The abulence came and had to "shock" her. I remember them saying "clear". I didn't get to see them working on her at the home. And my brother didn't let me see her on the strecher going to the ambulance. The next time I saw her was in the hospital for about 10 seconds when they were doing chest compressions. But they couldn't get her back. I didn't get to say good bye. We were able to see her after she passed but I couldn't touch her (they legally had to do an autopsy- thats why... Another story). But these things also keep replaying in my head. It is awful and I am so sorry that you had such a scary expierence as well.

I wish I could tell.you it gets better, but I Can't because I don't yet know

My heart goes out to you. This is such a difficult situation...