OK folks bear with me… *warning ⚠ I’m about to open up and reveal shit folks. Run away while you still can. * OK so death is nothing new… Dealt with it A LOT over the past few years. Most recently with my grandmother. It’s been over 4 months already and I STILL can’t move on… Wtf is wrong with me, I’m the family designated Eulogy writer for Christ’s sake… Dealing with death and helping others grieve is my thing. Why am I STILL hung up on this?? I miss the days where I could easily shut my emotions off. I don’t like to feel, especially nights like this. Fuck emotions, Fuck Grief, Fuck Guilt, Fuck cancer, Fuck COPD, and Fuck Death. Bottom line… I REALLY miss my grandmother, I feel a ton of guilt concerning her last few years of life , and I think I’m FINALLY dealing with the emotions I SHOULD have dealt with back when this all happened. Someone please heal the healer she can’t handle this. Emotions are too damn scary…
You know what would be brilliant? If perhaps someone especially someone from my family would inquire about the state of my mental well being. Yes the Angel of death is used to such loss, having witnessed many tradgedies over the years… But guess what. This is different. Yes I begged for death to claim her as his bride, it was much more perferable than the way she was suffering. However, letting go of her means that I lost the only blood relative that I had been capable of opening up to. When making copies of her obituary I wasn’t thinking of loosing her, only losing a paternal relative. So I was printing copies I thought, oh grandma needs a copie… Oh wait…. Nevermind. I also feel like I botched the euology big time. I had writers block for the longest time, and then quickly turned out a eulogy that definitely wasn’t my best work, but it should have been. I’m so glad she couldn’t hear it, for she would have been ever so disappointed that hers, the one that should have been the best was actually the worst. I can’t bring myself to cry. Can’t bring myself to say out loud the words Grandma has died. This whole month has been a blur. And nobody from my actual family, my own flesh and blood has asked me how I am doing. She and I were very close. Everyone knew it. Just because I’m not showing emotion doesn’t mean I don’t feel them. Because guess what, I’m not OK. I don’t even recognize my own reflection…. I’m not depressed, but I don’t feel like me. I don’t know who I am but it isn’t me.
You know what a dream of mine has been ever since I was 12? Not even in a romantic sense , just in general…. I’ve always dreamed of meeting someone who sees through the facade and says no. You’re NOT ok. How do you REALLY feel? It’s OK you CAN open up to me….. Wonder what THAT says about my childhood…..
Mom randomly sent me a Snapchat telling me that she loves me. Really needed that today, but tis sad that a gesture like that catches me off guard and I wonder the motive behind it…. I wonder what its like to live in a world where adults regularly express their emotions and feelings towards one another. I do believe that my children are the only ones I say ” I love you” too on a day to day basis….. I also realised that I care more about my boyfriend’s lack of outward affection more than I care to admit, or at least that is the case in my dreams. Don’t get me wrong at least with him I do feel loved and appreciated, but apparently I still miss little.romantic gestures. The older I get, the more sappy I become. Damn hormones. I miss my tougher less emotional self that I was as a teen and in my early twenties. Although I was always a sucker for Love. I really ought to get some sleep. Good night
It’s been 10 months, yet the pain is still there. My father recently moved into my Grandfathers old condominium… Even though it is decorated to my dad’s taste, it still feels like Grandpa’s house to me. This weekend was the first time I have stayed here for an extended period of time not just a quick dropping off/picking up children for babysitting purposes …. I keep getting a barrage of images, memories, and an all around sadness, missing my grandfather like crazy. Oh how I wish he had a chance to meet his Great Grandson…. I even checked out the master bedroom, where I was
Riddle me this…. Why do we apologize whenever we break down emotionally in front of someone else? Why is it so bad to show emotional weakness occasionally? I myself am guilty of this. I hate being emotional around others, but at the same time, why on earth do we feel the need to apologize for crying, especially when talking about a very emotional moment such as talking about how a loved one died…. Maybe I’m simply over tired, but it seems strange to me….