Bereavement wipes out everything

I will join in the group hug. Hugs to all here.

Sending love to all of you who have, and still are, grieving.

The experiences here are so raw - thank you to those who have been brave enough to talk about them. You are extraordinary people.

I am so sorry that some of you have grief complicated by the circumstances* and of course to lose is a child is the worst thing anyone can imagine. I came across a piece last night (a podcast with a script you can read) of two people who lost their adult daughter suddenly two years ago. I’ll put a link here, in case anyone would like to see it. www.theatlantic.com/podcasts/2026/05/david-frum-show-danielle-crittenden-losing-a-child/687075/

*My grief is compounded by the knowledge that my husband died prematurely - an ‘unnatural death’ as it is classified. It’s a bitter pill to swallow.

Thank you for bringing this up. My beloved daughter died last year aged 46. She left a beautiful girl then 8 now 9. She moved to be looked after by her Dad only a train ride away but big city life in comparison to rural village. The waves of sadness, anger yes anger wash over me regularly and guilt. Why didn't I do more, why didn't I call that day...on and on it goes but I have to say I have an amazing family and friends circle so never feel isolated although I am lonely living on my own. Anyway I make the most of seeing my grandaughter as often as possible and my other children/grandaughters too. I'm lucky I have that ..my heart reaches out to those who don't. Sending love and hugs 🫂

My beautiful daughter died just before last Christmas, aged 39. She left behind her partner and her daughter aged 6. I am truly devastated and her loss has overwhelmed me in a way I could never have imagined. It just hurts so much.

I am constantly thinking about all the things she is missing out on, especially where my granddaughter is concerned. It's just so unfair.

I'm not sure I'll ever get over it.

I think it's fair to say one never gets over auch a great loss.

I imagined the death of my daughter would be horrifically sad, but it is so, so much more than that - so many, many sadnesses, all bound up in relentless yearning just to be be able to see them again.

I'm really sorry, please accept my condolences.

As MawsRosie said everyone grieves differently. My DH died in 2022; we had been married for 56 years. I loved him to distraction, and it was reciprocated, and though I did shed tears in the early months, after that, I couldn’t cry (I’m not by nature an emotional person), and I somehow felt guilty, as if I was shortchanging him. I would go to our favourite places and try and get a sense of him there so that it would trigger something, but - nothing. So I gave up the pilgrimages and let things take their course. No tears. Ok. But in fact, they were never far from the surface and the triggers were weird. I got rid of most of his stuff and yes it was hard, but not gut wrenching. A job that had to be done. Then I went to throw his battered old walking boots away and was suddenly a wreck, clinging to them, out by the bin, sobbing my heart out. A photo I took of both our shadows, side by side on a path made me weep, and on holiday with the family in 2023 where the coast path ran past our cottage, I was sitting in the garden and a couple about the same age as us walked past hand in hand and looked at me and smiled. I suddenly saw us instead of them and was inconsolable.

The worst thing his death did to me was to completely sap my confidence. We were always joined at the hip, and it’s taking me a long time to find the bit of ‘us’ that was ‘me’ while still keeping the ‘us’ which I never ever want to lose. It’s a painfully slow process. I feel as if I’m in calmer waters these days, but still get the heavy weight in my chest for no fathomable reason and have to ride it out, as we all do who find ourselves on this hard, endless road.

Very complex emotions, my granddaughter’s daddy died at Christmas from cancer.She’s 14.She didn’t cry and kept saying that she was fine.This worried me.She has cried since and has her memory box.We talk about him and his name crops up so often,sometimes jokey things,or comments about how his football team is doing etc..it’s natural and easy.

I think grief affects people differently just as marriages and relationships are different. I know some who have gone on to find new partners. Others whose marriages maybe weren’t as happy as they could be.
I am nearly two years into the loss of the love of my life. DH and I spent all our time together and did everything together by choice for us both not because we had to.
We were together 57 years. I will never find anyone else. I don’t want anyone else. I want my darling man.,
I agree grief changes but I don’t believe it fades. For me, time doesn’t heal, the passing of time makes it worse.
I do not wallow in grief. I go out, meet friends, have fun, laugh. Enjoy times with our family but all the time I am also thinking of my DH. He is in my mind all the time. I believe we will be together again. I have to trust in my faith and believe that or I couldn’t go on. Nothing about me or my life is the same.
Group hug is a lovely idea. 💕

I don’t know if this is helpful but I have found losing my life partner like an amputation.
Just as amputees can feel the missing limb, feel “phantom limb pain” I find it hard to believe that he is gone. He features in my dreams as surely as an amputee has both legs or arms in their dreams. I don’t miss him any less, but sometimes I find myself thinking “I must ask…” or “I wonder what …will say”- that nanosecond before the realisation kicks in that I can’t tell him, ask him or share an experience with him
And in the same way I have learned to get along with crutches, limping and slower but getting by as there is no alternative.
Just as an amputee learns to live with their handicap or injury, with one arm or one leg, however well they are managing that limb does not grow back
So we are all different and while I accept that OP intended to bring comfort to those of us who have suffered bereavement, we cannot generalise and say glibly that grief fades, time heals or you can “get over it”.

I agree Maw. Well put.

I am learning that lesson, Maw. Just today I spent time doing the garden and as I finished up I expected Dh to give me a compliment on my efforts (I’m the gardener, he’s the gopher!) but there was only silence. I also hadn’t realised how much I took note of small things in life in order to tell Dh later eg ‘That big lilac down the road is flowering’ or ‘Such and such is on at the cinema, we must go.’

All the things that no one else would be interested in, there’s no one to tell. Life is a vast cavern of silence now, despite caring and loving family as friends.

and friends.

I have only read the opening post . I have written on other bereavement threads . We knew my husband wouldn't live 5 years when he was diagnosed with grade 4 malignant melanoma in January 2001. After the cancer and skin graft no one knew apart from the 4 of us he was dieing . In his words he didn't want to be treated as a dead man walking .

I watched my husband dieing bit by bit everyday . We lived with the sword of Damocles hanging over us. He wanted a normal life and said we where to be as we always where as a family .

When the sword dropped October 2003 he had 6 tumours and was terminal, palliative chemo every 3 weeks . We had to tell people and those who treated him differently he cut out of our life. I had to warn my parents who loved him as a son they couldn't ask how he was nor keep watching or he wouldn't see them . His own mother just said oh.

He was given 4 months to 2 years but we knew it was months . I have written lot on other threads about him dieing . So no point in repeating myself.

Christmas day 2003 was the last meal he ate and we talked about his funeral he just said do want you want . We are atheists so none religious service and no flowers but donations if people wanted . We had just over £5,000 which went to the cancer ward that treated him . But it was to be used on treats for cancer patients. Set a limit of £50 the most anyone could have for a treat. But no one had anything that expensive. Some just wanted a good bottle of spirits,wine , chocolate,electric blanket etc . The ward let me know how far the money went .

Nothing can prepare you for the death of the person you love the most in the world . The other half of you and you his . The only person who knows the real you and you him . My husband wanted to get to his 47th birthday we got him there he died 4 days later at home in our bed with me and our children February 2004 . He was in agony and couldn't breath on full oxygen. I lay by his side and told him to stop struggling and we would be ok he died few minutes later.

The moment he died half of me died to ,our home was just a house . Nothing can prepare you for the bone crushing grief. I was 45 we had been together 29 years and married 22 years. Our children where 20&16.

I foolishly thought I had to be brave for everyone else and held my grief in until I was alone or bedtime I was an idiot . Nothing can prepare you for the grief and the fact it physically and mentally hurts . I cried that much my eyes hurt and had pains in my chest .

The rage and anger over my fit healthy husband dieing has kept me going for 22 years . There is no end to grief you learn to cope . But as the years go by it gets worse as he has missed so much . I was born disabled always prepared to die first . My husband was my everything and still is . No matter how bad I got nothing phased him .

I don't know how parents who have children died cope as I have no experience of that grief . So would never insult them by saying I know how they feel.

Grief like love in my experience never ends . My husband was a wiseman and knew what I needed to live without him and that was a series of promises which I have kept everyone. But couldn't do the main one until I moved here nearly 7 years ago and that is to live the best life I can and because of him and my love for him I live my life to the full. But grief is my constant companion. Ever now after 22 years the bone crushing grief can overwhelm me out of the blue.

There is no preparing for grief as everyone experiences it in different ways and goes through the stages at different times .

I have been told I am wicked to still feel the rage and anger over my husband dieing but I use it in a positive way . I talk to my husband everyday and still shout at him for dieing and leaving me. Then I have a good cry and see him with his stupid grin as if to say feel better now and I do .

You can not prepare for grief as there are different grieves in my experience.
Worst grief is the death of a child no matter what age they are .
Grief of a spouse or partner.
Grief over parents dieing
Grief over other family members
Grief of friends
Grief over family pets especially dog or cat . As they are as much family as any human and in some cases better than family .
Grief over loss of health and or ability to do things you used to do .

This is all just my experience and view so no one gets your knickers in a twist . We are all different and have different experiences.

Whiff

I have read your posts previously and have felt the intensity of the affection you still hold for your late husband.

I have been told I am wicked to still feel the rage anger over my husband dieing but I use it in a positive way .

Assuming whoever told you you were 'wicked' did so in an effort to convince you that 'it-wasn't-doing-you-any-good' to hold on to the anger? But you lost your anchor in the prime of life to a horrible disease and if that anger has propelled you to live life on your own terms, giving it meaning and purpose - then you do you and manage your grief in the way that matters to you.

I lost my partner, in old age, last August. I know family and friends assume I'm adjusting to the inevitability of it; they say things like "just be glad you had the kind of relationship that many never experience", or "you have wonderful memories to treasure"... yes, yes - I did have an intense wonderful relationship and I do treasure the memories. But it was so good that I selfishly wanted it to last much longer because that part of me that was part of him, has gone forever and however many years I have left, I will live them as half the person I was. They - family and friends - don't know that I am not 'adjusting' as time passes. Because I know they will not understand, I put on the brave face expected of me now but the reality is that the grief is in some ways more raw; as each day dawns I am acutely aware of what I have lost.

Other posters have said that each person grieves in their own way, they are so right. There's no correct way, there's no 'wrong' way, there's only the way you manage it, and I don't believe we are obliged to make other people feel comfortable around our grief.

You can not prepare for grief...

... so true. Nor can you prepare for the intensity of it.

I find it helps to do new things and go to new places rather than those I went to with my husband. I continue to do things I previously did on my own.
I still find it hard to go to places we went to together, though just recently I went on a coach trip which included places we had been to many years ago, too long to recall the details, so I did not find that too difficult.
In many ways I am more myself now, rather than part of a couple and there are positive ways of looking at that.
In general I try to find positives rather than negatives, (but there are still too many hours spent at home alone.)

My thoughts are with everyone here experiencing bereavement.
Some of you have described very well how it feels, particularily thinking of your loved one all the time, even when busy, and briefly thinking of something to say to them, and then remembering.
For me, I feel less resilient in old age and feel things will not improve with time, though I am more positive in public.

Training in bereavement, we were talking about loss, and had to choose something we had lost. I had recently lost an address book ( remember them?) and the object was to illustrate how often, even with the passing of time, the loss can be felt anew. How true it was, and even many years on I can still think of information which would have been in the book!
We also mourn the loss of a perceived future, and reminders of that can pop up at any time too, always accompanied by the background pain others have mentioned.

THE HEAVY STONE.

My grief was a heavy stone, rough and sharp.
Grasping to pick it up my hands were cut.
Afraid to let it go I carried it.
While I had my grief you were not lost.

The rain of my tears smoothed it.
The wind of my rage weathered it,
making it round and small.

The cuts in my hands have healed.
Now in my palm it rests,
sometimes almost beautiful,
sometimes almost you.
Averil Stedeford

Published in The Long Way Down – Poems of Grief and Hope

... thank you for that poem Daddima.

I'd bet it resonates with many on here.

While I had my grief you were not lost. This explains so much...

Thank you everyone for sharing your stories, feelings and grief. DH died of cancer 17 years ago aged 70.
No, the grief and pain never go. It is such hard work. I try so hard and have slowly found a self again, not the person I was, but a new person - sadder, wiser, kinder I hope, and not without joy. I am marked for ever by his love and long to see him again somehow, somewhere...
We are all doing our best. Love to all.

Its 12 weeks today since ny darlng hubby passed away.i am in bits been together since i was 17 we had 57 years together .ww were very close always just the 2 of us, didnt socialise was very happy with each other. Now im alone i cant eat, sleep i cry continuosly i love him so very very much my heart is broken, dont know which way to turn .

Dear Mystyeyes11, it is dreadful - so many of us have been there. One day at a time, even one hour at a time. It’s ok to let it all out, do it. Do your best to eat, sleep, get out, even tiny amounts of each is a bonus and an achievement. I wonder if you can find some bereavement counselling as well if it is available. Talk to people if you can and tell them how you feel.
We are thinking of you.

Hello everyone

I've only been reading gransnet for a few weeks and it seems to be a lovely, supportive community of caring people.

However I've got to be honest, I don't understand why, when everyone agrees that grief is unique to each individual, the original poster's opinion was immediately dismissed. It seemed to me to be a genuine heartfelt opinion intended to be supportive and yet it was met with a condescending reply and even a question about her own grief experience as if there's a scale and maybe she didn't qualify to have an opinion, even being referred to as 'glib'.

This is my first post and will possibly be my last as I'm sure I won't be popular but I think she has been treated quite unfairly for posting a lovely, supportive message and I find that difficult to read.

PS in case you're wondering, my own grief 'credentials' are that my beloved husband of 55 years died of cancer three months ago.

marlow the OP doesn't state whether she is bereaved or not. She isn't dismissed but as you put it. But lot of us including yourself are widows. Try reading some of the other threads on this forum and perhaps you will find a thread that you can feel better about posting on.

Marlow the point is the OP said that “grief does eventually fade away”. Not my grief eventually faded away making it her own personal opinion but that grief in general faded away.
As you say grief is individual so for someone to make a statement that for everyone it will gradually fade away is incorrect.
That is why some felt the need to contradict the OP.
For some grief will not eventually fade away and we take exception to being told it will. It is one persons opinion not a fact.