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Death of a Parent
Loss always happens for a reason even if we don’t immediately know why. When embracing your grief as part of the healing process the support of friends, family, and yes, even strangers can bring comfort during this difficult time.
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My Mum
Well I lost my mum in January just 2 1/2 weeks after my husband. I got a whole lot of sorrow all at one time, I'm not doing so well these days. I cry a lot, I can't seem to get motivated and I just don't know what to do with myself. Mum had cancer and spent the last 2 years in the hospital, I was only able to get back east to see her twice as it was hard for me to leave my husband (he had been ill (in and out of the hospital) for the last 3 years. I try to appear strong for my son that's still at home (he's only just turned 14) but it's very hard at times. I'm sure it's just too soon, but damn this is hard. I feel so alone.
im so sorry
I know your pain I lost my biological mom when i was 15 i lost my grandma who was also my fill in mom since I was 3 years old when I was 23. I also lost my Grandfather who was my fill in father when I was 7 but I lost my Grandfather from my dads side when I was 17. The thing is no one called me and I had not seen him since I was 8 yrs old but any way no one tried to find me or anything the only reason I found out was because my sister had bought a paper that day to look for rummage sales. She saw his name I was bawling it hurt so bad that no one had tried to get a hold of me my sister hurried up and got me ready and rushed me to the church where the funeral was being held I was so mad at my father but I know that that is a horrible way to find out that someone so close to you is gone. I want to give you my condolences and tell you it will be o k I am going to keep you in my prayers. God bless you, Shannon
Death of my mom
My mother passed away 14 years ago and its still not any easier. Everyday that passes by, I still think of her. I wish she could've been her to see me graduate high school, to see me go to my prom, to see me have my children. And to have her hold them and to be here to teach her kids right from wrong. She died after battling cancer for over three years. I know she's looking over us and wishing us the best. Life is so hard without her. I needed my mom and she was taken from us at the age of 38. Thats to young for someone to have to die. She left behind four great children. I'm sorry for everyone who has lost someone.
what a shock!
i just recently found out that my father passed away and it was a shock because its been two years since he passed and i was the first one to find out i was looking online in the death records and i came across my fathers name and i couldnt beleive what i was seeing . . .i didnt see my father in years and i never expected to find him this way .
It was expected...
My father died two weeks ago after a long battle with a debilitating cancer.
Although my friends are well-meaning, many start off by saying "...well, it WAS expected..." or "he WAS elderly" as if that should make it so much easier for me to accept. I don't care how old he was or how long I knew he was ill, he was still my father and it is still hard to believe he's gone. I wish people would not say those things. All I want to hear is a simple "I'm sorry to hear that. Do you want to talk about it?"
I don't seem to be functioning very well. I can be cheerful, but my thoughts must be disconnected because I find myself doing the silliest things, forgetting what I'm supposed to be doing and getting angry at my husband, who is the nicest person in the world to me.
I am also very tired, physically. I have been taking care of my parents for nearly eight months - both were in hospitals, nursing homes and at-home needing 24/7 tending. Even on the days when another sibling is able to help out, I cannot relax and enjoy my time because I'm thinking about what I need to do or which bills I need to take care of (or fight) for them.
I don't know if this is the right place to post these feelings, but it does help to write it out. I wrote a very angry letter & sent it to no-one. Just tore it up. But it helped to calm me down at the time and sort things out for a day or two.
Although my friends are well-meaning, many start off by saying "...well, it WAS expected..." or "he WAS elderly" as if that should make it so much easier for me to accept. I don't care how old he was or how long I knew he was ill, he was still my father and it is still hard to believe he's gone. I wish people would not say those things. All I want to hear is a simple "I'm sorry to hear that. Do you want to talk about it?"
I don't seem to be functioning very well. I can be cheerful, but my thoughts must be disconnected because I find myself doing the silliest things, forgetting what I'm supposed to be doing and getting angry at my husband, who is the nicest person in the world to me.
I am also very tired, physically. I have been taking care of my parents for nearly eight months - both were in hospitals, nursing homes and at-home needing 24/7 tending. Even on the days when another sibling is able to help out, I cannot relax and enjoy my time because I'm thinking about what I need to do or which bills I need to take care of (or fight) for them.
I don't know if this is the right place to post these feelings, but it does help to write it out. I wrote a very angry letter & sent it to no-one. Just tore it up. But it helped to calm me down at the time and sort things out for a day or two.
A DISASTER IT IS
I never knew my father was going to die. He assured me that he will be alright but at the end he died leaving me with sorrow, bitterness and debts. Life has treated me harshly in recent times considering the fact that I lost my younger brother only 5 months ago .
Death of a Parent
We are here to share our stories and support each other through our feelings of grief, anger and even fear. We recall our fond memories, share advice on what has helped us through our loss, and help carry each other through.
