Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Sometimes you just have to fake it. I don't have much compassion in these situations either but I don't want to hurt people's feelings so I act like it's such a terrible tragedy.
Ouch. The sarcasm really comes through the screen, and I bet it does in real life, too.
No one is saying that a 95YO dying is a tragedy. It's still sad, though.
I guess loss is always sad for us human beings. But some losses feel much more cruel and unfair. The comparison is really hard to reconcile.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Sometimes you just have to fake it. I don't have much compassion in these situations either but I don't want to hurt people's feelings so I act like it's such a terrible tragedy.
Ouch. The sarcasm really comes through the screen, and I bet it does in real life, too.
No one is saying that a 95YO dying is a tragedy. It's still sad, though.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Sometimes you just have to fake it. I don't have much compassion in these situations either but I don't want to hurt people's feelings so I act like it's such a terrible tragedy.
Ouch. The sarcasm really comes through the screen, and I bet it does in real life, too.
No one is saying that a 95YO dying is a tragedy. It's still sad, though.
Anonymous wrote:Sometimes you just have to fake it. I don't have much compassion in these situations either but I don't want to hurt people's feelings so I act like it's such a terrible tragedy.
Anonymous wrote:I am 54 years old.
My mom died of cancer only 7 months after diagnosis in 1999.
She was only 51 (she died in the spring and didn't live to celebrate her 52nd birthday in the fall).
My dad died in 2008, aged only 64, after 3 years of illness with advanced diabetes, foot and leg ulcers, gangrene, osteomyelitis, a series of mini strokes (TIAs), and eventually a bacterial infection which turned into sepsis, which killed him.
I have no siblings so I had no immediate, close blood relatives to share my grief and my memories with. Yes, aunts and uncles but it's not the same.
Is it normal to feel annoyed and sad when other people are falling apart over their very elderly parents' or relatives' poor health, or when they've died?
My DH and his siblings are like this with MIL, who is 93 and has dementia. She lives in her own house and she receives a lot of support from her adult children and from private caregivers.
MIL is now 40+ years older than my mom was when she died. I didn't get to spend all these extra years with mom (and dad). We never got to celebrate all the milestones in our lives and theirs after they passed at 51 and 54.
It feels so unfair.
Is it normal to feel this way? I feel I am still struggling with the loss of my parents. It feels like a chapter in my life that was never finished, or like a book that is only half written ...
I've tried to explain how I feel to my husband. He acknowledges my feelings and he says he understands, but does he?
He still has a mom.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:1999. That is the important part here, people. OP is acting totally insane.
I am the OP. Why is the year of my mom's death relevant when I still haven't found closure?
My mom was completely unable to talk about her diagnosis (malignant cancer which turned out to be terminal) to anyone which made things worse I think.
There was no real 'goodbye'.
Because 23 years is a long time to not seek treatment for unresolved grief and to withhold empathy and support from your own grieving spouse because of it.
OP again.
I have never sought treatment or therapy in my life.
I was brought up to deal with your problems without leaning on others, or asking for help (unless it was a serious and urgent situation).
I was born in 1968 and therapy or councelling wasn't really a thing when I was growing up. It was kind of frowned upon in my family.
My dad's side of the family were a little more open and more communicative, but my mom's side were not, and problems/emotions were dealt with within each nuclear family unit. You wouldn't really seek help from outside.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:1999. That is the important part here, people. OP is acting totally insane.
I am the OP. Why is the year of my mom's death relevant when I still haven't found closure?
My mom was completely unable to talk about her diagnosis (malignant cancer which turned out to be terminal) to anyone which made things worse I think.
There was no real 'goodbye'.
Because 23 years is a long time to not seek treatment for unresolved grief and to withhold empathy and support from your own grieving spouse because of it.
OP again.
I have never sought treatment or therapy in my life.
I was brought up to deal with your problems without leaning on others, or asking for help (unless it was a serious and urgent situation).
I was born in 1968 and therapy or councelling wasn't really a thing when I was growing up. It was kind of frowned upon in my family.
My dad's side of the family were a little more open and more communicative, but my mom's side were not, and problems/emotions were dealt with within each nuclear family unit. You wouldn't really seek help from outside.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:1999. That is the important part here, people. OP is acting totally insane.
I am the OP. Why is the year of my mom's death relevant when I still haven't found closure?
My mom was completely unable to talk about her diagnosis (malignant cancer which turned out to be terminal) to anyone which made things worse I think.
There was no real 'goodbye'.
Because 23 years is a long time to not seek treatment for unresolved grief and to withhold empathy and support from your own grieving spouse because of it.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:1999. That is the important part here, people. OP is acting totally insane.
I am the OP. Why is the year of my mom's death relevant when I still haven't found closure?
My mom was completely unable to talk about her diagnosis (malignant cancer which turned out to be terminal) to anyone which made things worse I think.
There was no real 'goodbye'.