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ORIGINAL: LuckyAlbatross Hearing about other people just falling apart doesn't make sense to me, although perhaps if my partner or my nephews died I'd understand it more becuase I am certain I'd be unable to function beyond the necessities at that point. About a year and a half ago a friend's husband died and I couldn't possibly understand or relate to what she was going through, or how it changed her somehow. And that's the kicker. Sometimes, try as we might, we simply can not understand what it is to experience something we have not experienced ourselves. It is true, people die. Every flippin' day, people die. Last week a friend of mine lost his daughter, just two years after he lost his wife. I can not possibly relate to the way his heart is ripped open right now. But yes, people die. I wasn't allowed to become debillitated when my Dad died. I was allowed to grieve him, yes, but I was expected to keep living. The thing is, while I miss him terribly and with the events currently going on in my life I really want to curl up into him for comfort, what ails me most is not that he is gone, it is in how I watched him suffer so greatly with bone cancer before he died. There are images that just don't leave your mind. So when I say I'm grieving my father, it's not just that I miss him. It's that I can't get over him vomiting blood all over me, or screaming bloody murder when I so much as touched his foot, begging me to "make it stop!!!" Or cleaning him as he cried after defacating all over himself because his colon gave out. This, coming from a man who was once a 6'1, stocky bald Naval officer who scared the crap out of my boyfriends. So to those who say "hey everyone dies, get over it" I gently ask that you have some compassion on those who are grieving, because generally there's more to the picture than meets the eye.
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