
My mother died in April 2009. To some extent, a part of me will always grieve the loss of her. Our culture looks at grief and associates it with “being weak”. If you are still grieving someone, you are looked at as frail for not moving on already.
My mother died in April 2009. To some extent, a part of me will always grieve the loss of her. Our culture looks at grief and associates it with “being weak”. If you are still grieving someone, you are looked at as frail for not moving on already.
After the loss of my dad, I remember thinking to myself how I might start to lose his memory; how one day I might no longer be able to remember his voice, or what he smelled like.
When I was younger, I used to always think that time moved so slowly. I remember feeling like Christmas would NEVER come around, or that one whole year of school seemed like a lifetime.
When my parents passed away, people were so quick to say “I am sorry for your loss.” Even though this phrase is a wonderful gesture, it starts to feel like empty words after hearing it so many times.
There is a common misconception about grief…it’s that it eventually ends. My husband passed away at on January 19, 2018 unexpectedly of a sudden heart attack at the age of 51.
Losing someone can be one of the hardest things you will go through in your lifetime. For me, I have always been extremely independent, and have never wanted to take help from others.