Pretty badly to be honest. I lost my mum a few weeks ago. She was my best friend and my last parent. I miss her terribly and feel like I’ve lost the last person who truly cared and loved me.
@Lilliesandlight Thank you so much. That’s very kind of you. Her funeral is on Tuesday, and I’m really hoping I’ve got enough inner strength to be able to deliver her eulogy. She was such a stoic lady, and I owe it to her to keep my composure.
@Oneofthestormboys i wish you luck. Just remember to breathe, focus on the words. Don't let yourself think of anything sad during that moment. You can do it.
When my past wife died from cancer. I tried to let out any emotion I had at the time. Angry, Sad, even Happy. I tried to live with the thoughts of I’m moving forward not moving on.
A day at a time, a minute at a time, even a second at a time. Be kind, gentle and patient with yourself. It’s a process, no two are alike and yours should be whatever feels best for you. There is no right or wrong way to grieve. Try to keep busy and distracted, support groups were very helpful for me.
It’s the hardest thing. For me, grief counseling helped a bit. But the rest is time. You’re always going to miss the person, but eventually you’ll be able to think and talk about them without crying, even smile at the memories.
Also, know that it’s okay to be happy again, without guilt (a tough one for me). They loved you and would want that. 🥺
When my mom and dad left me to go to heaven .. I cried and drank a lot .. and then I grew up just like they’ve always scolded me to do .. I stayed out of jail at least .. and I have good morals .. I still miss the fuck out of them though
@CheezeburgerBrown Mate, I feel for you. I’m going through it now, with my mum’s funeral happening on Wednesday. I’ve got to do a tribute, which made me cry even writing it. In the meantime the world carries on around us obliviously. As you quite rightly said, you hear your parents’ words in your head and use their character and wisdom to get you through it. God bless you, and I hope your parents’ passing has added to your own character and fortitude as time goes on.
Mum’s funeral tomorrow. Wish me luck for my tribute to her, because it’s going to take everything I’ve got not to break while I’m delivering it to everyone.
Same as any injury, illness -- in silent solitude, if allowed. I call it retreating into the cave to regroup. Part of it is remembering the good times, part of it is feeling sorry for myself for what I have lost, but mostly it is reminding myself this too will pass, and grappling with the adjustments I must make to adapt.
