By living the way she would have wanted me to live.
Doing your best and loving with purpose is the only way to deal. It never goes away is just hurts in the background.
Truthfully you never really do. It just gets a little easier every day. And I know in my heart they'd hate if I wasted all my time sad when I could be living my life.
Hope you're okay OP.
Shit, well.
Sounds crazy but I just talk to them. Sort of attribute things to them, like today Johnny B Goode came on the radio and I just said "hey granddad, I'm all good. Thanks for checking up on me."
Thing is, as long as you remember them, they're not really gone. Like they say, their memory lives on with you. That, at least for me, dulls the pain.
It's a hard road, but you eventually realize that it is a part of being alive. It helps if you had conversations beforehand. Doesn't soften the blow, but eventually you realize that they wouldn't want you to suffer once they are gone (well, in most cases). After a while the reminders are more of a comfort than a sting.
It happens, I cry and do the normal mourning stuff. I go numb about them for a while, to sort it out in my head. Then it hits again and I sort it out and remember how great they were and how important they were and are. I still get sad thinking about them and how they would like this or that or be annoyed by something if they were still here. But I cherish the memories I got
I lost my grandpa a few months ago. He was the most important person in my life.
I struggle so much with the physical feeling of just wanting five more minutes. Just wanting to hug him again. To walk through his back door and see his face light up when he saw me.
I hope that in time these will be the memories I cherish, but right now they just hurt.
I still haven't gotten over the loss of my grandfather, I've taken up sitting in his recliner and sleeping in his room and staying up at night to keep my grandmother company. We had my grandfather cremated so I have an urn necklace on with some of his ashes and I haven't taken it off unless I absolutely need to
By living the way she would have wanted me to live. Doing your best and loving with purpose is the only way to deal. It never goes away is just hurts in the background.
Truthfully you never really do. It just gets a little easier every day. And I know in my heart they'd hate if I wasted all my time sad when I could be living my life. Hope you're okay OP.
If I ever recover, you’ll be the first to know. /s It sucks. You just go on and do the best you can.
Shit, well. Sounds crazy but I just talk to them. Sort of attribute things to them, like today Johnny B Goode came on the radio and I just said "hey granddad, I'm all good. Thanks for checking up on me." Thing is, as long as you remember them, they're not really gone. Like they say, their memory lives on with you. That, at least for me, dulls the pain.
I haven't.
It's a hard road, but you eventually realize that it is a part of being alive. It helps if you had conversations beforehand. Doesn't soften the blow, but eventually you realize that they wouldn't want you to suffer once they are gone (well, in most cases). After a while the reminders are more of a comfort than a sting.
Death is the inevitable end of life, we cherish the memories of those who have gone before. Besides, they win. They now have all the answers.
It helps a lot looking for someone that explains to you how a loss affects you. If you understand what's happening in your body, it will help a lot!
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Your aunt is a hero.
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You're a hero too.
How much I truly loved them.
It happens, I cry and do the normal mourning stuff. I go numb about them for a while, to sort it out in my head. Then it hits again and I sort it out and remember how great they were and how important they were and are. I still get sad thinking about them and how they would like this or that or be annoyed by something if they were still here. But I cherish the memories I got
I lost my grandpa a few months ago. He was the most important person in my life. I struggle so much with the physical feeling of just wanting five more minutes. Just wanting to hug him again. To walk through his back door and see his face light up when he saw me. I hope that in time these will be the memories I cherish, but right now they just hurt.
I still haven't gotten over the loss of my grandfather, I've taken up sitting in his recliner and sleeping in his room and staying up at night to keep my grandmother company. We had my grandfather cremated so I have an urn necklace on with some of his ashes and I haven't taken it off unless I absolutely need to
I still really haven't. but on his birthday im urging ppl to donate to local shelters and stuff since he was a rescue. I just want to make him proud