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    Dear Daddy, Do You Remember When You Loved Me?
    Dear Daddy, Do You Remember When You Loved Me?
    Dear Daddy, Do You Remember When You Loved Me?
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    Dear Daddy, Do You Remember When You Loved Me?

    By Lyd Marcet

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    Dear Daddy, Do You Remember When You Love Me? chronicles the relationship between a father and daughter, which began as strong and as loving as a relationship ever could. As a little girl she always felt cherished and protected, knowing she was safe as long as he was there. She was his little princess. Life was full of love and laughter, fun filled days at the beach, and singing songs together in the car.


    The relationship changed dramatically when, at thirteen, she made what he deemed an unforgivable mistake. Suddenly she was no longer daddys little princess, but rather someone he now simply seemed to tolerate, criticizing her and finding fault with everything she did. Feeling frightened and unprotected, she struggled with her new role in his life while self-doubt and insecurity overwhelmed every aspect of her life.


    After trying to fight her way out of the abyss for ten exhausting years, she received help from an unexpected source. She gained tremendous strength from this source and learned to live a fuller and richer life. Until one day when bad news struck, and she was plunged back into the darkness once more.


    She found herself taking care of her father amidst many mixed emotions such as love, compassion, anger, and resentment, but mostly love. Her love was unconditional.


    All she ever wanted from him was to hear the words, Im proud of you

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAuthorHouse
    Release dateJul 21, 2005
    ISBN9781463498252
    Dear Daddy, Do You Remember When You Loved Me?
    Author

    Lyd Marcet

    I have many happy memories of my childhood. Dad and I had a unique and amazing bond that on some level sustained us for a lifetime, even through the darkness that became my life. Although he was the cause of my darkness and detached himself from me emotionally, he remained a figure who was larger than life to me. He wanted to love me; I am certain of it. He simply did not know how to fix what was broken inside of him. My journey has cost me a lifetime thus far, but now that I have crossed through the darkness and into the light, I want to share this experience with as many people that I possibly can. I hope to remind parents just how critical it is for our children to know that we love them unconditionally even when they make mistakes. I hope to remind parents to say the words and to have forgiveness in their hearts. If I can succeed in doing this, then my journey was worth the ride. Every child should learn to spread his or her wings and fly.

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      Dear Daddy, Do You Remember When You Loved Me? - Lyd Marcet

      © 2012 Lyd Marcet. All Rights Reserved.

      No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

      Published by AuthorHouse 2/1/2012

      ISBN: 978-1-4208-6373-4 (sc)

      ISBN: 978-1-4634-9825-2 (e)

      Contents

      Acknowledgments:

      About the Author

      Acknowledgments:

      SKU-000361140_TEXT.pdf

      Special thanks to:

      Andrea, for all your help, your feedback and for thanking your parents

      Dan Clarke, for understanding what I was doing, you got it right away and for your editing skills, your corrections and suggestions were invaluable

      My husband Dan, for your love, patience and understanding and for being so good to Dad

      My daughter Tiff, simply for being…I’m so proud of you

      To those of you who knew dad, the purpose of this is not to change anyone’s view of the man you knew. This book was not born of anger but rather hope. Dad was a remarkable man who was a good father in many, many ways. He was a devoted husband to Betty, a loving brother to his two sisters and a loyal friend to you. Please keep your memories of him close to your heart, because that’s where he belongs.

      SKU-000361140_TEXT.pdf

      When the phone rang at 4:15 in the morning, I knew you were gone. My heart broke in two at that very moment. I knew you didn’t have much time left here, but the finality of it hit me hard. I went up to the rehab to see you because, even though you were gone, I needed to see you one last time to say goodbye.

      I am so sorry that I wasn’t there holding your hand when you left us. I was by your side every step of the way, but I feel that I wasn’t there when it mattered most. I’m sorry that you were alone. When Betty died six years ago on Thanksgiving Day, you were lying beside her on the bed listening to her breathe; you knew the end was near for her. It was so important to you to be there with her when the time came for her to leave us, and I wanted to be there with you when it was your time.

      Kevin, Diana, Ryan, Dan, Tiff and I were all there with you Monday night when the priest came in to give you last rites. I must say, that pretty much freaked me out. He caught me completely off guard. He walked in wearing khakis and a Hawaiian shirt. I thought he was a visitor who had the wrong room until he introduced himself and explained why he was there. When I asked him if that meant you wouldn’t make it through the night he said, No, I just prefer to do this with the family present. I asked every nurse I saw that night if they thought this meant you would not make it through the night. They all said, No. In fact one nurse even said to me Believe it or not, I’ve seen people live two weeks like this. I couldn’t be there twenty- four hours a day, daddy. I’m sorry; I thought we had more time.

      I hope you know how deeply I loved you throughout my entire life. There was some anger and resentment along the way, but despite everything my love for you was without question and unconditional. I worshipped you daddy; you were my God.

      The first few days following your death I was on automatic pilot as I am certain is the case with most people as they go through the process of planning a loved one’s funeral. Somehow, you just get through it.

      The service was beautiful; I think you would have been pleased. Sean gave the eulogy and he did a great job. One thing I remember specifically was when he said that you and Betty made a great team: she loved to travel and you knew how to get there. That was so true.

      *****

      On March 29, 2003 I received a call that you were being brought to the hospital by ambulance because you were in need of more blood. I was not surprised by the call because at that time you had been receiving two units of blood every five or six weeks for at least a year, with the need now coming every three or four weeks. The doctors never did figure out why you were losing blood.

      I met you at the hospital. You were admitted and you stayed there for ten days, coming home on April 8, the day after my forty- third birthday. During your stay I was there every day at dinnertime because I didn’t want you having your dinner alone. I took care of the house, brought you the mail and whatever else you might need. When you came home on the eighth you felt pretty good, a little weak but that was to be expected. You were using your cane to get around the house and sleeping in the recliner, which you had already been doing for quite sometime. I think it was the only place you were comfortable in for any length of time, but as the days passed you didn’t seem to be getting your strength back. You told me that you wished you had come home with the oxygen that had been offered to you.

      On Monday April 14, I brought you to your appointment with Dr. B. That evening the oxygen was delivered to your home. I watched you steadily decline after that as you went from using a cane to a walker. You were having great difficulty getting around the house even with the walker and the oxygen didn’t seem to be helping very much. The visiting nurse started coming in along with a home health aide to help you bathe and I was there everyday to prepare your meals and do whatever else that needed to be done.

      On Monday, April 21, you had another appointment with Dr. B. I made your breakfast and you got ready to go. As we headed out the door with oxygen in tow, you made it down one-step and said, I can’t do this, because I’ll never get back up the stairs. You were simply too weak. We went back in the house and I called Dr. B’s office to tell them you were not strong enough to get back up the stairs even if we did manage to get down them; therefore, we would not be able to make your appointment. Dr. B said that he would come to you.

      Tuesday, April 22, I went to your house early in the morning before I went to work. You were having a difficult time getting up out of your recliner. You could do it, but I could see it becoming more and more difficult for you each time you did. I made you breakfast, helped you to the table, and sat with you while you ate and organized your medication for the day. When you were ready, we headed back to the recliner and set you up for the day. You had your remote for the television, drinks, pudding packs, pills and phone all on a table within your reach. On the floor next to you was a small cooler with lunch in it and beside you was a urinal and commode so that you didn’t have to risk a walk to the bathroom. You were equipped with everything that you needed to get through the day. I arrived back at your house after work to make dinner and to help you to the table because by then you truly needed to stretch your legs a bit. The change of scenery was good, too.

      This was not an ideal situation, rather a temporary one which would work until we figured out what our next move should be. You and I had discussed several options during the preceding months leading up to this. We discussed Dan and I selling our house, you selling yours, and buying one together. We had also discussed someone moving in with you, but you deteriorated so rapidly in such a short period of time, we were unable to do any of those things.

      On Wednesday I followed

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