the aftereffects of a loved one dying...

[*bratcat*]

 

[Subdude]

pm time...

 

[thumbs2_ca]

big hug bratcat

It is a continual thing for me. I go day to day. You thing you have things under control and a picture or a smell or something catches you off guard and you grieve some more.
It is something that I find time makes easier but you are never fully over it.

 

[freakygirl]

*bratcat*

*hugs*..

When you find out how to deal with it, could you let me in on the secret?

I'm sorry you are hurting.

 

[BigDawg69]

For me it's an ongoing battle. I lost my Grandmother many years ago, just after my Grandfather passed. There are often times things that remind me of them in some way. At this point I am just very thankful for the memories. My own images, sounds, and smells of those two wonderful people. I'd love to tell you that someday you will be over the pain, but I cannot. I can reassure you that it get better. And that someday the happy memories will far out last the painful loss.

 

[perks]

my great-grandmother died, and I just got all of the stuff I gave her when I was a kid. Every letter, every drawing... she kept everything.

I put it in my daughter's <she's 1> scrapbook, so she can know about her great great grandma...

I don't know how else to deal with it...

crying
I do that

 

[truegentleman]

There are no magical words to say that make it hurt less. Only time does that. It doesn't get any easier, it just hurts a little less with time.

 

[*bratcat*]

 

[T.H. Oughts]

I lost a grandmother just before Easter..... she was 96 so she had a long life. The sad thing wad there were no friends of "hers" there at the furneral, just people supporting the family as a whole.... that made me sad... but she had out lived all her friends.....

We just have to remember the good life they had and now they get to spend time with their past loved ones and one day we can be with them again....

 

[erosman]

For me...

Celebrate is a verb. It means I choose to focus on the positive contribution that I was blessed to receive. Even the positive memories can be swallowed by grief...however temporary. It's not that the grief isn't real. It just isn't as real as the smiling memories...if that's what I choose to see. It's what I have...not what I lost.

 

[Pamela]

I hate to tell you....

it never really gets better. I lost my mom to heart disease when I was 12. I have kept every little thing she had! Including a kleenex that was in a jacket pocket!!! (omg....did I admit that??)

I have a special "mom" box. I go to it whenever I need comfort. I even keep a bottle of her perfume...just so I can remember what she smelled like. I guess the worst of it for me is that we look a lot alike. Whenever I look in a mirror I see her.

The only comfort I have is knowing that she is not in pain....in a better place.....and watches over me daily. I still get choked up thinking about her. The one good thing in all of this is that it taught me at a young age how short life truly is. And I live each day as if it were my last. And....when it is my last....I beleive she will be waiting for me with open arms.

My heart goes out to you bratcat. Just know that it may not get "better", but eventually you find a way to deal with it. And the pain isn't quite as sharp.

*big warm hug* My heart goes out to you.

 

[just pet]

I lost my Dad 2 years ago and was devasteted. We were very close. He had a great sense of humor and when talking to the clergyman about his eulogy for the funeral we started telling stories and laughing, remembering all the fun and love that was with us every day. I still cry and miss him, and I have momentos that are meaningful to me. I don't miss him any less with time, but it is more endurable.

pet

 

[Cibo]

My Grandfather died 2 years ago, and I still miss him so very much. And that's all I'm gonna say about it because you all don't want a sob story.