When I remember my lost grandfather, I try to do things that he’d be happy about and things that he’d have wanted to be done when he was alive.
May your lost ones all rest in peace.
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When I remember my lost grandfather, I try to do things that he’d be happy about and things that he’d have wanted to be done when he was alive.
May your lost ones all rest in peace.
Sorry for your loss. And take comfort in knowing you won’t always feel this way.
I lost my wife in February. We knew it was coming and were able to say goodbye. It doesn't hurt any less. My wife left me an article series to read, in print, but it's also online, and it has proved helpful over and over again especially when I am in the deepest throes of agony. I hope it helps you and your wife: "Help for Those Who Grieve" https://www.jw.org/en/library/magazines/awake-no3-2018-nov-d... You'll benefi…
How I coped with it: My dreams actually helped me a lot. I see her very often in my dreams. In different contexts and different stories. It helped me to understand more about myself, what makes me sad, or lonely or afraid. When I see her and everything is okay with her and the dream is neutral, I go to her and hug her, tell her that’s she is dead sometimes and say that everything is fine and that I miss her. Because that’s is what I do. Something I see her she I morphing and her skin is changing to an unhealthy state. That’s shows me that I’m afraid of death. But when I’m wake I know I can’t beat death and feel strong empathy with her pain. This what I can’t handle with the most I think. Seeing her in such pain, but her pain is past.
I will never be not missing her.
I found grief is like a stormy ocean. When it’s fresh, the waves keep hitting, and all you can do is try to keep from drowning. That’s okay - it’s okay to focus on just not drowning. You don’t owe it to anyone to pretend you’re on a peaceful lake. With time, the waves hit less and less often. For a while, though, it’s just the frequency that changes - not the amplitude. It will hit just as hard, and your responsibili…
We could start cherishing small things and start normalizing death as a part of our life.
How to do this? There is no universal answer. Maybe you have to explore that with subjective value of upbringing. Tell them that you love them but also tell them that we all are going to die and end up becoming nothing but memories.
Find your own coping mechanisms after accepting the fact that death is the beginning of a new life. Hope this helps.
I was 15, he was just 5. He was fine, healthy and then got chickenpox.
He was doing fine and in a matter of 24 hours he was gone.
I miss him a lot… it was extremely hard. The missing part never goes away, but it does get better, little by little. Honor their life, remember them, live a life that would make them proud.
Talk to them when you're by yourself. They somehow still live inside you.
The pain feels like it will never go away, but it will, I promise you it will, work on letting it go. They would want you to be happy.