EllieBee
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I understand my friends, I really do. My Dad passed away when I was 10 - it was on my birthday. At that time the wake was 3 days all day and then the funeral. The suppers each night, the crowds in the house and then the huge gathering after the burial far into the night. It was a nightmare. I had been to my grandmother's wakes before that @ age 7 and 9 but only that short intro and brief discussions of relating life ending and beginning in relation to my younger siblings being born. Those went well. I felt a loss and we moved on. I never felt overwhelmed or misunderstood.
My Dad, however was different. In 1965, families were considered complete with a stay-at-home Mom and a working dad. Anything else was a 'broken" home. Without a Dad it was a tragedy. We were now the men, my older brothers and me.
"Stay strong" they told me. "stand up straight and be strong and make Dad proud." Us little men did the best we could. And we did. Children need responsibility and a sense of being needed. Unfortunately grieving, with regard to children was sorely lacking. "It's up to you guys, be good". Well sometime in my thirties I got some help with that. I finally was able to feel the loss, the confusion, the anger, the denial and finally the acceptance - all the stages of grief that every person needs to experience.
This, though, also feels wrong. Over the top - selfish and uninformed like the past only different. This total immersion makes me uncomfortable.
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{{{hugs}}}
This is getting to be quite a hug-fest, but so be it.
Loss and healing are a huge part of life and if we are to follow these cases while living through our own loss, then we need hugs, and lots of them.