I grieve. |
I grieve. |
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![]() Home is where your rump rests! ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Staff Alumni Posts: 4,235 Joined: Aug 2006 Member No: 451,969 ![]() |
My mother passed away a little over two weeks ago, and this has been on my mind.
So my mother was sick. Really, really, really sick. In bed suffering for months. When she passed away, it wasn't at all surprised. According to a therapist, we as humans begin grieving when someone gets terminally ill; like the brain automatically prepares itself. And you know, I think that's true. I was ready as possibly could be, which is probably why, even the day after, I was still going to school, posting on cB, etc. Since then, I've been A-OK. My overall happiness has decreased, sure, but it's not like I'm hysterically grieving every day. But the pain comes in waves; I'm fine for a while, then out of nowhere I'm breaking down. Then I'm okay again. So the point is about truly grieving. Have you experienced true grief? What did you do while grieving? How did you deal with it? P.S. I mean this in the most sensitive manner: Please don't post in here with "I'm so sorry." because honestly, people who grieve (well at least this is how I feel) already know your sorry, and we're truly appreciative of your caring, but let's keep the discussion to grieving, hm? ![]() |
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![]() Kimberly ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() Group: Member Posts: 1,961 Joined: Apr 2005 Member No: 121,599 ![]() |
^ It seems like the hardest part when losing someone is when they arent there for stuff like that. It's just never the same.
![]() Yeah, I guess it is denial. Its been four years since my grandmother passed, and three years since my aunt, but I still in the back of my mind try to pretend they're still here. I just cant seem to let go. |
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^ Yeah, I guess it is denial. Its been four years since my grandmother passed, and three years since my aunt, but I still in the back of my mind try to pretend they're still here. I just cant seem to let go. Get over it. Plain and simple. My friend passed away almost two years ago from a drunk driver going approx. 100 miles the other lane and hitting him. The car explodes, body burns, closed casket. The mother was in denial about it for a while, kept cleaning his room saying he would come home. Anyways, back to the thread. Let the tears flow, but get over it. |
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