Losing loved ones...
have you lost a loved one?
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I recently lost my grandfather, and interestingly enough I feel.. nothing about it. Sometimes I even have to remind myself that he actually has passed away. I hope that for his sake he can be with his wife in the after life, if there is one.. he was really torn up when she passed (about a decade ago) and was really never the same since.
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It's interesting, I was just thinking about this recently. My grandma died a couple months ago and my brother died 4 years ago last Friday... and I never shed a tear, but I had to put one of my cats down on Saturday and it was the first time in years that I actually cried.
I accept death as a reality. The night before my brother died, I sat with him and for the first time that I can remember I told him I loved him, and when I woke up he was dead. I never visited my grandma in the hospital, due to personal issues I have with hospitals in general, but before she went I made it a point to tell her that I love her.
Maybe it's just me, but when people die, no matter how close they are to me, I am able to cope like it's nothing.
What mind fucks me is that I cried when I had to put my cat down. She was almost 16, but my brother was 2 years older than me, so he was a part of my life from the moment that I was born.
I don't mean to hijack the thread, but I'd like to hear what people have to say about this.
Getting back to the topic... I don't remember the exact quote or context, but there was a man who's mother died, and he couldn't shed a tear. However, when his father, who abused him all his life, died, he couldn't stop crying.
I accept death as a reality. The night before my brother died, I sat with him and for the first time that I can remember I told him I loved him, and when I woke up he was dead. I never visited my grandma in the hospital, due to personal issues I have with hospitals in general, but before she went I made it a point to tell her that I love her.
Maybe it's just me, but when people die, no matter how close they are to me, I am able to cope like it's nothing.
What mind fucks me is that I cried when I had to put my cat down. She was almost 16, but my brother was 2 years older than me, so he was a part of my life from the moment that I was born.
I don't mean to hijack the thread, but I'd like to hear what people have to say about this.
Getting back to the topic... I don't remember the exact quote or context, but there was a man who's mother died, and he couldn't shed a tear. However, when his father, who abused him all his life, died, he couldn't stop crying.
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I've lost both my great grandfather (mother mothers side) and my grandfather (mothers side). My great grandfather died when I was in my senior year of High School. It's because of his death that my senior year of high school in 2000 wasn't happy and why I won't get a class ring. I was heartbroken on it. However, I will admit it that I didn't know him as well as I should have.
My grandfather was worst. He died about 4 years ago. He was someone I always hanged out with. I don't have any grandparents on my father's side and when I was younger he took me on his boat, fishing, painting his RV and traveling with him in his RV. He was also had a great personality too. One time he lost his hat on a ride in Busch Gardens and was able to get them to stop the ride so he could get the stupid hat.
Man... thinking about him makes me start to tear up a bit.
My grandfather was worst. He died about 4 years ago. He was someone I always hanged out with. I don't have any grandparents on my father's side and when I was younger he took me on his boat, fishing, painting his RV and traveling with him in his RV. He was also had a great personality too. One time he lost his hat on a ride in Busch Gardens and was able to get them to stop the ride so he could get the stupid hat.
Man... thinking about him makes me start to tear up a bit.
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I have lost a few people in my family, although I never really was bothered by it since I never really was close with them. However, like two years back I lost my grandfather about a week or so before Christmas and so I ended up attending a funeral right before Christmas. I was actually quite close with him since he treated me with love and not spite like most my family did to me and my brothers. I know that impacted me a great deal, and was even my reason for quitting smoking since his cause of death was cancer. It hurt much more then I thought it would and, was the first time I broke down in tears in quite a long time.