Ive heard that my entire life. People have always said that weather it be movies, TV hell even real life Ive herd it told to other people. I believed it. Untill now. God I feel like Im actually suffering. Honestly I never imagined loosing my Poppy would hurt this bad. He was freaking 90!! I should be grateful that he got to see and know and love my son *his great-great grandson*. But Im just not greatful. Im in pain. Hes not there anymore. I pass his picture in the hall and I want to find a way to be near him again. As if its possible. I still find me telling myself that he'll be there. Its just a bad dream. Sometimes I even lie to myself to hlep the pain. Does it make me crazy? Or pathetic? Im just so brokenhearted. He was basically a parent. :(
Its true, it will hurt less with time. I still tell my self often that my cousin is living overseas just so I don't have to remember that she is gone (it will be nine years next month). I do/think what ever helps me deal with the pain at that certain point in time.
I hope it gets easier for you over time.
I just lost my cousin on Monday. It's hard. I didn't even know how hard it would be until they started putting his body in the ground. I completely broke down.
Be sad. Cry. Greve! Losing someone you love is so hard... Don't feel bad for however you feel.
Quoting T-Swizzle+2:" I just lost my cousin on Monday. It's hard. I didn't even know how hard it would be until they started ... [snip!] ... I completely broke down. Be sad. Cry. Greve! Losing someone you love is so hard... Don't feel bad for however you feel. "
Sorry for your loss.
With time, the daily pain gets easier.
My granny (great grandma) died in the end of October. She was 95. She had always been this force in my life that was just there, always there. She made me who I was. (even now, I'm crying :( ) I spent summers with here, I helped in her garden, etc.
Of course, as I got older I spent less time than I should have with her, but in the last few years I did what I could to make up for that. When she was admitted to the hospital for dementia I was there as much as I could be. My family sucks, they really do (that side anyway, the other half is great) and the night she died I sat with her body for 4 hours, waiting for at least one of them to show.... none of them did. I picked out the clothes she would wear for her funeral, made the arrangments with the nurses to have her taken away.
I live 5 minutes from the hospital. I stopped 5 times on the way home because I was crying so hard. The whole next week I was a mess (even breaking down at my kids school and the teacher having to hold up the line of kids outside until I got control of myself).
Things do get easier. My daily pain is less, but I still can't look at her pictures. Writing this, I get a empty pit like feeling in my chest and I feel like I can't breathe, but day to day, I get by like I did before it happened.
Never forget those moments, and write them all down now, because you will forget those memories you swore you wouldn't. Hold him in your heart, and know that he loved you as much as you loved him.