4 years ago I lost my mother to an overdose she never raised me and was estranged so it didnāt hurt as much as my fathers death but still hurt. In December my father died. He was stuck in addictions and his health declined and he got sicker and got septic and ended up passing in hospital after I had to decide to stop all life saving medications. I was there off and on his last 4 years also estranged most of our life we were raised in foster care. I built some kind of relationship with him the last 4 years even tried calling him dad or pops. His addiction always pulled him back so I had to step away as my health was important (I was pregnant during this time) when he got sick my son was very young and I tried so hard to help him. So losing him I felt like I failed myself him, my son. Everyone.