Losing Parents

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I don't know if what I have to share will help, but I lost my dad when I was 15...

The aftermath....was bad. Complete shutdown. I'd go to school, because I was forced to. I'd go to class and sleep or read, but usually I'd just sit there, not speaking or making eye contact, until the next period. I'd get home, lay in bed, and just wait. No tv, books or games....just...sitting there, trying not to feel anymore. Comfortably numb.

My dogs, and !music!, were the only thing's that kept me "sane~ish". I came to the conclusion that, I had to keep living, for the others. Needs of the many out weighing the needs of the one. Put on "The Mask" and tried to stop inflicting myself on those around me.

Making other people/life forms happy, alleviated the pain, sometimes at least.

It's still a struggle to this day. Time heals all wounds, but wounds heal with scars still reminding us of the pain...



Don't know if that helps or not, but sharing the pain out loud is a healthy release.

It eases but it never goes away. Loss is one of the few things that everybody has to go through, more and more as we get older. There's nothing to do but build up scar tissue and be happy and keep on with our lives in spite of the loss of our parents.

Lost my Dad about ten years ago but I never really knew him so I really didn’t suffer any grief I could notice. My mother died almost a year ago after a long battle of cancer. My wife I and spent almost a year taking care of her. My mom and I were never really close so when she passed I had more a sense of relief that her suffering was over then suffering grief. I did feel sorry for her because she did die too young and wanted to live to see her grandchildren graduate school. The really odd thing for me was I officiated both of their memorial services.

Both my parents are getting up in their 70s, and both have health problems, so I looked for this thread to try and get some information to prepare for the future. I just hope my sister rises to the occasion, because I don't know who else could help me cope if I start to slip. I don't like most of my parents' friends, and I don't have any other reliable family members nearby.

ETA: Not two hours after I posted this, my Dad had an episode of Transient Global Amnesia, which we naturally assumed was a stroke.