Running from Dad’s Death

“I need to see Dad,” I said to Mom. I stood in my parents’ bedroom. My mother’s clothes were strewn on the floor and the bed was unmade.

“I’m in a hurry, Elaine. I have to get to the hospital.”

“I know,” I said. “Take me with you. I want to see Dad. He’s MY dad.”

“Elaine, he’s too sick. You’re too young.”

“You’re wrong. I’m fourteen. Let me come with you.”

We’d had this exchange for weeks. She hadn’t budged.

“Mom, he’s my dad. Don’t keep me from seeing him.” She looked at me with tired exasperated eyes and sighed.

“OK,” she said. “Get dressed. We have to go.”

I ran to my bedroom to change clothes. My heart thumped. Yes, she said yes. Oh no, she said yes. Did I really want to see Dad? My big brother Jim said he was dying? Did I want to see dying? I couldn’t back out after getting my way.


“Come hug me,” Dad whispered as he patted the white sheets of his hospital bed. He was bloated from kidney failure and barely moved, but his eyes were clear and gentle with love.  I couldn’t reach him through machines and IV lines, so I crawled on the bed and put my head on his shoulder. He put his hand over my hand, the one I laid on his chest. Tears rolled down my cheeks, first a drip then the threat of a flood.

How could I cry? My father was dying. Mom didn’t want me to make a scene. I wanted to be grown up and calm. My mother and brother didn’t cry. Everything was wrong. I was wrong.

I quickly scooted under the IV lines to the end of the bed. The door, my escape hatch, was only a few steps away. Did I say I love you? Did I say I’m sorry? I only remember the rush to run out the door before I drenched Dad with tears.

As an adult, I know he didn’t mind my tears. I’d seen him weep over his coming death many times. He’d been sick twelve years and knew death was near. He was ready to die, but I didn’t understand.

As an adult, I know he was too weak to help me, too weak to say it’s OK, too weak to pull me close and comfort me. I know that’s what he would have done if he had the strength.

As an adult, I know I could have stayed and wept as I hugged him, but I needed help to say goodbye. In 1959, children were excluded from the death process. No one understood there is something worse than witnessing illness and losing a parent. There is not saying goodbye and not having a chance to say I love you.

There were no instructions and no end-of-life plans. There was no hospice and there were no therapists. No adults supported my decision or helped me through. I’m still grateful I insisted on going to the hospital. Once there, I did the best I could. We all did.

I learned the lesson of a lifetime as a girl and never ran from death again. Still, so many years later, I wish I could have stayed.


Elaine Mansfield

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Elaine Mansfield’s memoir ‘Leaning into Love: A Spiritual Journey through Grief’ (2014) won the 2015 Gold Medal IPPY Award (Independent Publisher’s Book Awards) in the category Aging, Death, and Dying. Elaine gave a well-received TEDx talk called “Good Grief! What I Learned from Loss.” The talk is available under her name at She has also read excerpts from her book on NPR’s Author’s Corner. Elaine writes for hospice, facilitates bereavement support groups, and gives workshops and presentations in many locations. She writes with a perspective that reflects her hospice training as well as 40 years as a student of philosophy, psychology, mythology, and meditation. She also writes a weekly blog ( about the adventures and lessons of life and loss. To learn more about Elaine’s work, please visit her website at


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  • Jill Swenson says:

    My mother observed those 1950s rules and regretted never saying goodbye to her father. It shaped our family dynamics and my lifestory, too. This makes me cherish this Father’s Day with my dad who mourns my mother’s death one year ago.

    • It’s wonderful that your dad has you and you have him as you grieve the loss of your mom. Our culture has become so much more open about loss in the last fifty years, and the pace of change is accelerating. We’ve all benefited. Thanks for your comment. Have a wonderful Father’s Day.

  • Prachee says:

    recently lost my dad, a month back, the lesson i learned in hard way .. nobody will care for you when you loose your dad and if you are an adult..then no one can understand your is always a dad ..age just doesnt matter but no one can understand that.. you have to grieve quietly since you are a grown up.. but i miss my dad terribly

    • I’m so sorry, Prachee. You can get free or low cost counseling services for grief at many hospice centers in the United States, whether or not the person you lost had hospice services. Of course, I don’t know where you live, so this might not be available to you. But there are counselors and individuals out there who can support you in your grief and who will understand how much losing your dad hurts. There are also on line grief groups that are very helpful. Grief Healing has specific groups for loss of a parent. This is an easy place to begin finding the support you need.