I happen to know a lot of people who’ve lost their parents.
While I’ve always sympathized, there was a detachment from the experience. I
think that’s understandable though; how can people possibly understand the loss
of a loved one unless they’ve gone through it too?
Instead, I’ve always pitied them, thinking “it’s awful for
them but my parents are going to live a really long time”.
Because they’re
invincible?
I’m obviously a
fucking idiot.
Now I look at my friends who’ve lost parents and wonder how they’re even functioning. Because the grief is so overwhelming, I feel like I’m going to crush under it.
Now I look at my friends who’ve lost parents and wonder how they’re even functioning. Because the grief is so overwhelming, I feel like I’m going to crush under it.
At the same time, I don't know if I'm mourning properly. How is
someone SUPPOSED to grieve?
For instance, what’s the proper etiquette for announcing a
death in the family in the age of social media? Should I update my Facebook
status with a message like “my dad died and I’m eating cereal for breakfast”?
These are the things that go through my mind. Maybe I’m
focusing on the trivial so I don’t think about other stuff.
When it first happened all I wanted to do was exercise. Things have settle down a bit more I guess. I can think about him without bursting into tears.
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