(no longer) New to this severity of grief - Online Grief Support - A Social Community2024-03-29T06:06:12Zhttp://www.onlinegriefsupport.com/forum/topics/new-to-this-severity-of-grief?xg_source=activity&id=2054931%3ATopic%3A348625&feed=yes&xn_auth=noUpdate: I got the tattoo this…tag:www.onlinegriefsupport.com,2023-04-29:2054931:Comment:4450522023-04-29T00:50:57.417ZLivhttp://www.onlinegriefsupport.com/profile/Liv
<p><strong>Update:</strong> I got the tattoo this year.</p>
<p>I did it during Friday the 13th for $13 tattoos with about a hundred other college kids. I waited eleven hours in line, pondering what I wanted to get. I had so many beach related, cancer-related, and other meaningful tattoo ideas drawn out on one piece of paper. About an hour before my turn, I decided on the one I got. It had to fit the requirements for the $13 tattoo. It had to be no more than an inch in diameter in any form, and…</p>
<p><strong>Update:</strong> I got the tattoo this year.</p>
<p>I did it during Friday the 13th for $13 tattoos with about a hundred other college kids. I waited eleven hours in line, pondering what I wanted to get. I had so many beach related, cancer-related, and other meaningful tattoo ideas drawn out on one piece of paper. About an hour before my turn, I decided on the one I got. It had to fit the requirements for the $13 tattoo. It had to be no more than an inch in diameter in any form, and only in black "line work". It also had to be on a limb (arms and legs only), so that ruined my hip idea. I could have gotten it on my upper leg, as high up as they said it could go, but I decided after all of this, I wanted to be able to see it. I decided "fdjhkj what anyone thinks, I'm getting it to honor my dad.</p>
<p>It says "Love you more" in my dad's handwriting, copied from a letter he wrote me when I was in high school. I don't know why I didn't think of it before: in the last year, he wrote that in so many text messages and cards. He'd say like, "just played the best round of golf ever, luv u more" or "you got an A on your math test love u more". Of course one of the only times he wrote it out properly was in that letter, but it was perfect.</p>
<p>I got in on the inside of my bicep near my elbow. It took about one minute. I just held my arm out, and put my head down so I wouldn't faint. I barely even felt it until it got to the last part closest to my elbow. Afterwards, I was ecstatic. Not only did I persevere throughout the hours and do it by myself (while other people went with friends or at least had one for support), but I did this for me, and for him. My mom could hate me for it, people could judge me for it, but no one's opinion would matter. It healed in about a week. My mom found out two months later when I saw her for spring break, but that's another story.</p>
<p>I see it everyday, but I can cover it up by longer-short sleeve shirts, with long-sleeve shirts, or with jackets. But I love to show it off. If you are questioning whether or not to get something for a loved one, DO IT!</p>
<p>It was a well-thought out, but also rash decision, and I'm so glad I did it.</p>
<p>Thanks for reading :)</p>
<p>-Liv</p> Liv,
I am so truly sorry th…tag:www.onlinegriefsupport.com,2022-03-29:2054931:Comment:4361262022-03-29T18:34:50.847ZSpeed Weaselhttp://www.onlinegriefsupport.com/profile/SpeedWeasel
<p>Liv,</p>
<p> </p>
<p>I am so truly sorry that your person has walked the Rainbow Bridge. I still experience a similar hurt from my situation, 30+ years later, even after finding ‘the next’ person. I am reaching the point of being tired…tired of hurting every day, tired of feeling the loss. I have been trying to get out and do ‘stuff’, anything really, and focusing on being around people (which I typically don’t really groove with as an introvert). Small distractions perhaps, but engaging…</p>
<p>Liv,</p>
<p> </p>
<p>I am so truly sorry that your person has walked the Rainbow Bridge. I still experience a similar hurt from my situation, 30+ years later, even after finding ‘the next’ person. I am reaching the point of being tired…tired of hurting every day, tired of feeling the loss. I have been trying to get out and do ‘stuff’, anything really, and focusing on being around people (which I typically don’t really groove with as an introvert). Small distractions perhaps, but engaging with others helps enrich life for me. Volunteering has helped immensely as well, getting my mind off of my specific problem and helping others through their issues. I encourage you to reach out and keep a support team of friends around you. I know it is tough, I know that you feel like screaming at them because they do not know the depths of your pain, but my guess is that they really do want what is best for you as well. Even if they cannot comprehend your pain.</p>
<p>No one is going to replace your Dad or the significance he has in your life, but other new people can add a richness to life. <em>(To be clear here, I am not trying to minimize the loss that you are feeling and I am not saying that you should feel a certain way, just offering another's Fatherly perspective)</em> As a Dad myself, I would not want my child to endure the suffering that you are describing, and would get the most pride and enjoyment out of my kids living a full and eventful life. It can be tough…I usually encounter a trigger of some sort at least once a day. Personally, I have had to try to reframe the memory into being thankful that the memory existed, that my person existed in my life and that the memory is a historical smile. I am not 100% effective, it takes time to actively instill this habit, but it is providing me some comfort, or a lessening of the soul-crushing emotions from triggers.</p>
<p>Keep talking through it here with us, and know that we are rooting for you!</p> Today is a terrible day. Toda…tag:www.onlinegriefsupport.com,2022-03-27:2054931:Comment:4359572022-03-27T19:31:20.509ZLivhttp://www.onlinegriefsupport.com/profile/Liv
<p>Today is a terrible day. Today marks</p>
<p><em>a year and a half</em></p>
<p><em>eighteen months</em></p>
<p><em>seventy-eight weeks</em></p>
<p><em>five hundred and forty-six days</em></p>
<p>since my dad has passed.</p>
<p>It's been even longer than that since I last spoke to him. Even longer since I last saw him in person, since I last hugged him goodbye. I still can't believe it. It feels like forever, a never ending forever that will just continue to grow. How is that possible? How is…</p>
<p>Today is a terrible day. Today marks</p>
<p><em>a year and a half</em></p>
<p><em>eighteen months</em></p>
<p><em>seventy-eight weeks</em></p>
<p><em>five hundred and forty-six days</em></p>
<p>since my dad has passed.</p>
<p>It's been even longer than that since I last spoke to him. Even longer since I last saw him in person, since I last hugged him goodbye. I still can't believe it. It feels like forever, a never ending forever that will just continue to grow. How is that possible? How is that fair? How can I be expected to go on the rest of my life without my father? How can my life just continue on without him?</p>
<p>Well that last part isn't exactly true. Yes, my heart still beats, and my lungs still breathe, but my life ended the day he died. Maybe even the day he started declining, or the day I realized he was going to die. I am no longer a person who lives. I am a walking zombie, going through the motions until my time finally comes to die too. I just do what I have to to get through it, but "getting through it" certainly should not count as living.</p>
<p>Not all of my days are like this. Sometimes, every once in a while, I'll find an activity that'll "make the world a little kinder/gentler", as my therapist likes to say. Those days, life seems to be okay, more manageable, more bearable somehow. I don't question it, because that makes the following days worse. How can my pain, my grief, be lighter on a certain day? I don't deserve to feel lighter because my light in my life, my dad, is gone forever.</p>
<p>That usually makes these days so much worse. On days like these, I sit in my room and cry. I cry because my dad is gone, because it's been so long since our last everything, because I have to continue my life without him, because I miss him so much, etc. I dedicate these days to feeling my grief so that I can "reel in" my feelings on the rest of the days. Some days, I can't. Some days I just feel so terrible, for no other reason than the fact that my dad is gone. Maybe there was a certain reminder: a dream with him in it, an upcoming anniversary. Maybe I just had a bad day in general. Either way, my grief goes up to an 11/10. I feel every second, every heart beat, every breath, without him, and it sucks. It really sucks. </p>
<p>So that's why I hate today, and every single day in general.</p> One week from today, it will…tag:www.onlinegriefsupport.com,2022-03-20:2054931:Comment:4359352022-03-20T22:36:02.886ZLivhttp://www.onlinegriefsupport.com/profile/Liv
<p>One week from today, it will have been 18 months since my dad was alive. That statement seems unfathomable, but it's true. Honestly, it feels like an eternity.</p>
<p>I am beginning to forget what it felt like to have him in my life, to be around him, to talk with him everyday. When I picture his face in my mind, he is now blurrier. The details of his face are missing. I can see the outline, his eye and other features, but his freckles and wrinkles are gone. I can only see him as he was in…</p>
<p>One week from today, it will have been 18 months since my dad was alive. That statement seems unfathomable, but it's true. Honestly, it feels like an eternity.</p>
<p>I am beginning to forget what it felt like to have him in my life, to be around him, to talk with him everyday. When I picture his face in my mind, he is now blurrier. The details of his face are missing. I can see the outline, his eye and other features, but his freckles and wrinkles are gone. I can only see him as he was in the few pictures I have saved on my phone. The ones that I look at all the time have us in it, whether I am five, fourteen, sixteen, or seventeen.</p>
<p>My mom sent me one picture of him that she took when she visited him in the hospital towards the end. She was a consultant in making and an advocate for the decision to try to get him home in the end. The picture of him is from thirteen days before he died, and eighty-two days since I last saw him in person. He was sick and ungroomed. He was not the happy and healthy father who loved me for eighteen years, and for that, I can't look at those photos very often. I'm trying to remember him as he was, but I also want as may memories as I can since there aren't many. I don't know what to do.</p>
<p>When I try to hear his voice in my head, I no longer know if that is truly what he sounded like, or if I made it up. The few shirts that I have of his don't smell like him as much anymore, but instead smell like the laundry detergent or me or the deodorant that he used whose stains are beginning to fade. I don't know what I'll do when the smell finally fades. I've already lost so much, and now the small remnants that I have left are leaving me too. And every time something like this happens, I lose him all over again. A couple months ago, one of our friendship bracelets that I wore broke while I was sleeping, and I cried for a week. Now I have them stored in a jewelry box instead of keeping them with me wherever I go. A seam is ripping in his sweatshirt that I wear all the time, and so I'm now wearing it less to preserve it. It's not fair. Life should leave me in peace with what little I have left of my dad, but it's like it wants me to suffer more. I just don't know what to do, or how much more of this I can take...</p> I’m sorry Liv. I’m sorry your…tag:www.onlinegriefsupport.com,2022-02-12:2054931:Comment:4352812022-02-12T15:48:15.779ZTracyhttp://www.onlinegriefsupport.com/profile/Tracy736
I’m sorry Liv. I’m sorry your in pain. The love I feel reading your post brought tears. I lost my sister 5 months ago. She was only 54. She was more like a mother to me. I feel exactly the same way. I was able to be with her , I brought her home. She was in the hospital and there was no more anyone could do. She was aware and I couldn’t tell her the truth. That she was dying. I had an ambulance bring her home. She had cancer but was undiagnosed because of pandemic. When finally they found the…
I’m sorry Liv. I’m sorry your in pain. The love I feel reading your post brought tears. I lost my sister 5 months ago. She was only 54. She was more like a mother to me. I feel exactly the same way. I was able to be with her , I brought her home. She was in the hospital and there was no more anyone could do. She was aware and I couldn’t tell her the truth. That she was dying. I had an ambulance bring her home. She had cancer but was undiagnosed because of pandemic. When finally they found the reason for her pain it had ravaged her. The doctor told me maybe 2 weeks. But I couldn’t tell her. So I told her we are going home and I’ll find a different doctor. They gave loads of morphine and sedatives. And I just payed in bed with her and lied. Told her she was just sleepy. And that everything would be ok. It wasn’t though. I kept thinking I was killing her with the morphine. I would lay me head on her chest and listen to her heart. The night she did die I left for a drive. I screamed and screamed like a lunatic. I can literally sane I lost my mind. No one told me or maybe I didn’t want to know what grief felt like. I went back and got in bed with her. Held her beautiful hands. Rubbed her beautiful blonde hair and told her how much she was loved. And how sorry I was. How sorry I was that this was happening. When she did die I could get out of bed with her. I was laying half on her. For 3 hours I couldn’t leave her. I couldn’t call my mom. I couldn’t bear to tell her that her daughter died. I felt the weight unlike anything before. I am heartbroken. I’m trying to learn to live in the world without her. But I keep thinking why couldn’t anyone help her? Why did they give up? I would have done anything for her. I know the grief is because I loved her so much. But I’m angry too. I see people moving on in their lives and I can’t. I dream about her. For weeks after I would wake up screaming. I have a therapist. And I know I have PTSD and I do feel it’s worse because I knew and love her. I saw her body disintegrate I saw her pain. And I lied to her over and over. Telling her everything would be fine. I have no advise to give only to say your not alone. I don’t talk to family or friends because my grief appears on a different level. My mother can’t even mention her name. I don’t talk about her except on these platforms. Where I know people like you get it. Here I can just be like wtf happened? Did this really happen? Am I suppose to live in a world without her and be ok? How is that possible? I couldn’t get out of bed for a month after she was gone. I was consumed with grief. I still am. I just try every day. One day here. And one day there. Everything reminds me of her. I’ll see a girl with long blonde hair and immediately think of my sweet sister. Her favorite foods. Her favorite show. Even football. All roads lead me to her. I’m sorry for you. I’m sorry for me. I’m sorry your dad and my sister went through what they did. Tracy Today I was reminded of a few…tag:www.onlinegriefsupport.com,2022-01-31:2054931:Comment:4350812022-01-31T01:02:34.789ZLivhttp://www.onlinegriefsupport.com/profile/Liv
<p>Today I was reminded of a few things.</p>
<p>I was reminded that my dad was a great person. The best person I know.</p>
<p>He gave money to family and friends in need. He donated cash and meals to people begging on the street. After his last round of radiation, he bought everyone on that floor a lunch of their choosing. When he needed rides to those treatments, through the American Cancer Society, he prepared Tupperwares of leftover meals and baked goods for the drivers as an extra way to…</p>
<p>Today I was reminded of a few things.</p>
<p>I was reminded that my dad was a great person. The best person I know.</p>
<p>He gave money to family and friends in need. He donated cash and meals to people begging on the street. After his last round of radiation, he bought everyone on that floor a lunch of their choosing. When he needed rides to those treatments, through the American Cancer Society, he prepared Tupperwares of leftover meals and baked goods for the drivers as an extra way to thank them.</p>
<p>My dad was a good person, and he didn't deserve to die the way he did. He wanted to go home and see the sunrise from the beach one more time. My uncle was in charge of getting him back home, as he was the person in charge of all that, as I just turned 18 while all that was going on. After spending almost three months in rehab facilities and hospitals, my dad was barely home for 36 hours before he was sent back to the hospital for the last time. I was on my way home that day, but when my dad had a seizure, my uncle couldn't handle it. Even with two live-in nurses, my uncle couldn't wait for me to get there, before my dad was taken to the hospital. He was in there for five days, alone and declining, as he had tested positive for covid and I wasn't allowed to go in and see him. My dad had a brain tumor, and his oxygen levels were declining, so our last words were muffled and blurred. I was able to video call a nurse, as she took a device into his room so that I could finally see him for the last time. Unfortunately he was already unconscious, so I just sat and watched him sleep, until the nurse nagged me for not talking to him, and wanted to hang up.</p>
<p>My dad died all alone in an empty but noisy hospital room filled with devices to help ease the pain for him. I couldn't be there to hold his hand, or kiss his head after he died. I missed the last three months and three days of his life, and I didn't even know it. I naively thought that I could see him once he got better, but there was no better. He died at 9:41 p.m. on a Sunday. I got the call at 9:54 saying that he had passed. </p>
<p>Now it's been more that sixteen months since that very day. I still have guilt and shame about not being there. I miss my dad every single day. I am now, a week from turning twenty, still getting flashbacks to those times, making it more difficult to want to live to twenty.</p>
<p>I am a daughter without her father, a girl without her best friend and her soulmate. I don't know what to do anymore. I am now in charge of money that he had, and I have no clue what to do with it. I would give every single penny of it, everything I have, to have my dad back. But that will never happen, so I just sink back into my depressive state and wait for my time here to end.</p>
<p>I have spent the last hour crying my eyes out, because of a reminder of a great person's end. I didn't know what to do, so I thought I share my feelings here.</p>
<p>Thanks for listening, I guess.</p>
<p>-Liv</p> Hi everyone,
I know that I ha…tag:www.onlinegriefsupport.com,2021-10-12:2054931:Comment:4318482021-10-12T14:53:31.067ZLivhttp://www.onlinegriefsupport.com/profile/Liv
<p>Hi everyone,</p>
<p>I know that I haven't posted in a while. And, maybe you thought that it meant that I was doing well. Well unfortunately, that is not true. Since around the weekend before the one-year anniversary of my father's passing, everything has been rough.</p>
<p>I miss him so much. It doesn't even feel real. How is it possible that my dad is dead? How is it fair that I will never see him again? or hug him again?</p>
<p>Some people checked-in around the anniversary and said, "I…</p>
<p>Hi everyone,</p>
<p>I know that I haven't posted in a while. And, maybe you thought that it meant that I was doing well. Well unfortunately, that is not true. Since around the weekend before the one-year anniversary of my father's passing, everything has been rough.</p>
<p>I miss him so much. It doesn't even feel real. How is it possible that my dad is dead? How is it fair that I will never see him again? or hug him again?</p>
<p>Some people checked-in around the anniversary and said, "I can't believe that it's already been a year." Really? You can't believe it? You mean, you haven't felt every single second like I have? Why not? Why does no one else care that I no longer have a father? that my favorite person in the world is gone? that with all of this, I feel like I can no longer breathe clearly anymore?</p>
<p>The only light in my life is the time that I can see him in my dreams. Most of the time, I know he's gone now, but I can still see him healthy, and hug him. I just start crying and I never want to let him go. Unfortunately, I wake up, but the moments when I remember that I got to see him, I smile. And those moments become the highlight of my week. </p>
<p>On the other hand, the anniversary brought back memories of when he was sick, and all of the feelings that I felt during that time. My therapist and psychiatrist say that I am experiencing PTSD. While I know that it's not super traumatic like normal PTSD situations, but in my life, it IS traumatic. I mean, I lost my favorite person in the whole world in the worst way. I had to watch him slip away before my eyes, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. And I hate that I couldn't be there for him in the end. </p>
<p>So anyways, that's how I'm doing now. It's officially been a year, or now it's been 379 days. And, let me tell you, time does NOT heal all wounds. In fact, I like "absence makes the heart grow fonder" better. The longer that it has been, the more I miss him, the more it hurts, because the more it becomes real. </p>
<p>Well, I don't know when I'll be back, but thanks for reading.</p>
<p>-Liv</p> Hi Liv,
Movies/TV are a trigg…tag:www.onlinegriefsupport.com,2021-07-25:2054931:Comment:4300212021-07-25T04:51:06.704ZPamhttp://www.onlinegriefsupport.com/profile/Pam266
Hi Liv,<br />
Movies/TV are a trigger for me as well. I was watching a comedy show recently and the comedian was talking about taking their mother off life support and I began to get anxious and realized why. Toward the end of my mom's life I was making all the decisions about my mom's health and my siblings had emotional and physically checked out. Although I did not feel scared at the time, I think my body was holding that feeling in and now it's just now being released. I don't know if I will ever…
Hi Liv,<br />
Movies/TV are a trigger for me as well. I was watching a comedy show recently and the comedian was talking about taking their mother off life support and I began to get anxious and realized why. Toward the end of my mom's life I was making all the decisions about my mom's health and my siblings had emotional and physically checked out. Although I did not feel scared at the time, I think my body was holding that feeling in and now it's just now being released. I don't know if I will ever trust my siblings completely again. I felt they just completely left me with it alone. Hi everyone,
So, I'd like to…tag:www.onlinegriefsupport.com,2021-07-22:2054931:Comment:4302172021-07-22T02:29:25.889ZLivhttp://www.onlinegriefsupport.com/profile/Liv
<p>Hi everyone,</p>
<p>So, I'd like to tell you all a story today. About two years ago, a movie came out in theaters: <em>Escape Room</em>. I, who had recently been enjoying my fair share of scary movies and thrillers, was really looking forward to going to see that movie. I practically played the trailer for anyone who would talk to me, so that I would have a movie companion. Then, I went to my dad's house, like I always did, and it turned out he wanted to see the movie too. So we went, and we…</p>
<p>Hi everyone,</p>
<p>So, I'd like to tell you all a story today. About two years ago, a movie came out in theaters: <em>Escape Room</em>. I, who had recently been enjoying my fair share of scary movies and thrillers, was really looking forward to going to see that movie. I practically played the trailer for anyone who would talk to me, so that I would have a movie companion. Then, I went to my dad's house, like I always did, and it turned out he wanted to see the movie too. So we went, and we really enjoyed it. In fact, we even watched a few other movies that were similar to it, we liked it so much. And, it is still one of my favorite scary/thriller movies, to this day. </p>
<p>However, the end of the first movie has a somewhat cliff-hanger-y ending so that if they wanted to make a second one, they could. Anyways, the second movie came out in theaters recently, and I was so excited to watch it, from the minute I saw the trailer on TV.</p>
<p>But it just hit me: My dad will never be able to watch that movie. He will never know how the series continues/ends. We'll never get to experience a memory/moment like that again. And just thinking like that, hurts. It hurts so much.</p>
<p>And it is probably so stupid that this bothers me so much, but I can't help it. And, it's not just this moment. I miss my dad every single day. But it is moments when my life has to continue, when his doesn't, that makes living so much harder. What else can I say? It's not fair. </p>
<p>My dad should be here. We should be able to watch movies together. I should be able to hug him anytime I want to. God, what I wouldn't give just to hear his voice one more time, or to even just sit in the same room as him once more. But I can't. And it's not fair.</p>
<p>I miss him so much.</p> Picture your favorite hug in…tag:www.onlinegriefsupport.com,2021-06-25:2054931:Comment:4293822021-06-25T00:09:35.921ZLivhttp://www.onlinegriefsupport.com/profile/Liv
<p>Picture your favorite hug in the world. The one that you could stay in forever, and always feel so safe and warm. The one that can hold you and tell you that everything is going to be okay, and you might even get to believe that for a minute. For me, that kind of hug was my dad's.</p>
<p>It has been 365 days and 14 hours since I last hugged my dad. THREE HUNDRED AND SIXTY-FIVE DAYS.</p>
<p>What kind of world is this, that I haven't hugged my dad in a year? What kind of world is it, where I…</p>
<p>Picture your favorite hug in the world. The one that you could stay in forever, and always feel so safe and warm. The one that can hold you and tell you that everything is going to be okay, and you might even get to believe that for a minute. For me, that kind of hug was my dad's.</p>
<p>It has been 365 days and 14 hours since I last hugged my dad. THREE HUNDRED AND SIXTY-FIVE DAYS.</p>
<p>What kind of world is this, that I haven't hugged my dad in a year? What kind of world is it, where I can never hug him again? How is that even possible? How is that fair?</p>
<p>I will never again be able to feel my favorite hug in the world. I will never again experience the place that makes everything okay. And nothing will ever be okay again without my dad.</p>