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just some girl posting to her youtube channel where she talked about how she has been dealing with grief........actually one of the better spam posts ocuk usually gets.What was the post?
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just some girl posting to her youtube channel where she talked about how she has been dealing with grief........actually one of the better spam posts ocuk usually gets.
Just noticed this was a bump. Never mind.
I haven't lost a parent but haven't spoken to my mother in 5 years for various reasons, to echo the time is a healer comments, grief does get easier to deal with over time. The ball in the box theory is a good one, at first the button is constantly pressed but over time the ball gets smaller and you can deal with every day life again but there's always a small chance of the button being pressed but it'll hurt as much.
Thanks, curiosity satisfied, would have driven me mad not knowing.
This is fairly accurate, can go quite some time without feeling too bad, then bang, it's back, music is terrible for it. She loved Iron Maiden and Run To The Hills popped on my youtube recommended about 5/6 months ago, left me a blubbering mess.
I also vividly recall the first day I woke up and realised I hadn't thought of my mum the day before, the guilt was unbearable, on reflection, totally normal.
That must have been brutal, as I've just experienced my first death where it hits home. My mother collapsed and died Wednesday night there. Blood clot to the lungs. The longest two days I've ever experienced in life.
Ambulance arrived what appeared 5 minutes after she died. They arrived quite swiftly within 15 minutes but it was all so sudden. They must have spent what appeared like 15 - 20 minutes trying to revive her. There were blips but it wouldn't hold and all the adrenaline was used up from their kits. Once I saw the lady pull out the stethoscope, I knew it was game over and the way she looked at me before telling me. "Sorry."
It hurts even just typing this and with the undertaker here this morning dealing with the forms.
I can only imagine how these ambulance crew must feel everytime they've to try to deal with someone's death that they cannot bring back to life. That must be heavy, as I could see it in her face.
Funny this thread found me.
Music, taste of food, everything seemed to feel so horrible. Every one of my favourite songs sounded horrible and painful. I've only started to have good meals today even though it's in very small quantities. It even took 4 - 5 nights before I got a somewhat better sleep.
I lost my mother on Wednesday the 2nd there. That I came across another post relating to someone that lost their father. Strange now how the date of my mother's death ends up 2/2/22.
It'll hit hard again on Monday 14th, as the cremation is taking place.
The most painful part yet is all the cards that were sent from relatives and mother's friends. I'm still unable to read them as I have a rough idea what is on them as it hurts too much to read them.
That's quite a thread bump, actually forgotten I posted this a year ago, I was very drunk at the time, IIRC about 3/4 the way through a bottle of rum - still appreciate the kind words and comments in this thread.
To summarise the last year, let's get the obvious out of the way, time is a great healer - however it hasn't really healed a thing, I still have an ache in my chest a lot and it's more coping via distraction, I guess it does get lessened as time goes on so yes, time is a healer.
I do feel colder, bit more hollow and distant than I was prior to her death, I find myself getting less annoyed at trivial things though as ultimately most of it doesn't matter. I'm quite nihilistic as i've posted about in the mental health thread over the years and the death of my mother massively compounded that.
The anniversary of her death on Jan 6th came and went without a great deal of impact, however last Friday on the anniversary of her cremation, I felt a wreck and it's stayed with me the last few days.
Just rambling now so going to cut this short, again thanks for the kind words.
Lost my Dad in 2015, his second stroke was fatal
Mum was diagnosed with dementia in 2018 and is now in a nursing home - she no longer recognises either me or my brother and is declining each weekend we visit. We will, in theory, have lost her twice when she passes away.
Rather than focus on what I lost, I focus on how fortunate I've been to have had two very loving parents and was brought up in a wonderful family environment. Many others aren't that lucky.
Be strong.