21st August 2012:
- Seven people are feared dead after a bomb blast by Syria border
- Comedian Phyllis Diller dies, aged 95 in her home in Los Angeles
- Witchcraft related products are to be banned on eBay
And my father, aged 75, takes his last breath and dies.
The following is a short extract from the penultimate chapter of my autobiography – “The release” describing the events that took place one year ago today.
Tuesday 21st August 2012.
I awoke at 7.am to my sister ringing me. She said our father had slipped out of consciousness that night and although he was still breathing, there would not be much time. She insisted that I left home at that point in order to reach him in time and meet her there. I told her it would take me over two hours when she would be there in thirty minutes. I was making excuses; I did not want to go. I just couldn’t do it again, feel suffocated and trapped, staring at his lifeless body, but more than that – be alone, watching her fawn and weep over my abuser.
After a stressful morning and what seemed like an eternity of waiting, I checked my phone. I had received several calls from my brother-in law but had not heard him ringing. I phoned back only for it go straight to his voice-mail.
Suddenly, my phone buzzed; it was David.
“Hello?” I asked.
It didn’t take many words.
My husband told me he was on his way home to me as I put down the phone.
Emotion encompassed me as I stepped into the kitchen and I finally broke down. But the words that left my mouth are the words that I truly felt at that moment.
“I’m free, I’m free!”
I wept and cried loudly, shouting these words repeatedly.
I was finally free from him.
I absolutely agree with this quote. I could not say ‘goodbye’ to him. It is only a word, it has no meaning. This is very poignant and I’m assuming that “Trey Parker” is referring to a positive memory about someone he loved. I’m not. In the years my father and I spent together, he mentally tortured, insulted, hated me and that will always be how I look back on our relationship.
The memories are tainted and no longer innocent. The love I had for him as a young child has disappeared and only a sea of disappointment spreads across a land of sadness.
Today is one year since my father died and although he left a mound of issues behind him for us to deal with (well, he was never going to make my life easy alive or dead), I can finally begin to move on.
I am free. I am free.
I am finally free from that monster.