Her death was unexpected and in a way that’s still hard for me to say here. It happened right after we’d returned from vacationing together over the holidays. We were a close family. This wasn’t my first experience with grief, but it was the one that hit the hardest as a kid. My grandfather had died when I was 11; he was very elderly and sick (still had mostly the same reaction), and while I cried and struggled then too, it wasn’t as intense and was easier to process because of the circumstances. Losing my aunt — someone young and close to me was very different, and as a teenage girl (especially a more naive & “young for X age” one) the way she died was frightening and destabilizing. It suddenly made the world feel unpredictable and unsafe in a way I hadn’t experienced before. She was about to turn 30, healthy, and had very small children: a 1 year-old girl and 3 year old boy. I spent a lot of time with them and babysat sometimes just because even though she didn’t need it, because I loved babies/toddlers, and part of my grief was for her kids as well. I loved my own mom deeply, often had nightmares about losing her, so the thought of her children growing up without their wonderful mom was incomprehensible me. My mom was a mess , which did play a role; she wasn’t cooking, wasn’t going to work, wasn’t enforcing routines, and wasn’t emotionally there in the way she normally was. I barely ate or went to school that week and lost weight as a result. I didn’t use any of the new gifts my aunt had given me because I couldn’t bear to look at them, and put away all the items she ever gave me for months (8-10) because it was just to painful to use/see. After that week, there was still a looming feeling of sadness & grief, and my mom hasn’t been the same since. Even now, every couple of months, something will trigger it and I still feel a wave of grief, it’s certainly a complex thing to deal with. |
| That was how I dealt with my dad's death. I didn't see the point in letting the grief linger or consume me. So I mourned him for a couple days and then continued on with life. Doesn't mean I don't think about him or miss him. FWIW, I was 34 and he was 74 so ..maybe a tad on the younger side of expected passing but still within the realm of normal. |
Your mother would not want this for you |
| Honestly watching the decline and the person you love get consumed by something like cancer is worse than the actual death. |
Yeah, mine lost both of his parents within 6 months last year and to the outside world he continued life completely normally like OP describes her husband. It's only obvious to me, who is with him out of the public eye daily, how he is still deeply hurting over it. And he's never been very open or expressive about it, I can just see the changes. |
Maybe. Then you have guilt added on to all the other negative feelings. I tell my kids to feel their feelings. Ifr they wallow in grief, who am I to say don't do that |
What kind of changes? |
no |
This. By the end I was praying to God to take my Dad out of his misery. |
60 is old. Not old enough you should be surprised if they don't die, but old enough you shouldn't be surprised if they do. If a 60yo dying hits you that hard, you've failed in your preparations. People in their 20s don't need their parents anymore. It actually removes a lot of the potential burden of elderly caregiving, leading to a happier life overall. |
Not sure why the post got removed. You're referring to an overdose or suicide, right? |
No, a pretty gruesome freak accident, too much to write here. |
That's what happened with my now ex-DH. His mother died at age 65 and his grieving seemed short only for all sorts of dysfunction and constant rage to emerge and never leave. When I finally divorced him 5 years later, it was with regret that he hadn't died with his mother. |
I know, and it's what allows me to be okay 99% of the time. I just miss her so much, and there are still moments when the realization that she is gone hits me like a tidal wave. |
This is somewhat true in my experience, and grieving in anticipation did a lot of the heavy lifting for me. Less than a year in, though, I still find that I have to struggle not to think about the decline and how my mom suffered at the end. I have 56 years of happy memories with her, and I have to try hard to focus on those rather than on the terrible year that preceded her death. It's taking baby steps, but I'm making progress. |