My daughter and I were talking the other day about how we think we’re doing “fine” with the grief thing. And then wham! A crying spell washes over us.
Right now, it comes every three or four days.
“Afterwards,” I told her, “life feels so good that I’m apt to think, ‘Whew! Things are starting to look good.’”
“You can’t trust it,” she said. “It’s like a haircut. Just when you think it’s looking good, you need another one.”
I think she has a point.
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I understand what you mean. Both of my parents passed away within the last two and 1/2 years. However, the difference for me (I’m being {too} literal…) is that when I need a haircut, I have been staring at my hair obsessively for a while. When the grief hits, it can be out of nowhere.
After my father died I felt so sad for my mother; She lost her best friend and soul mate. When she died, that extreme sadness dissolved into a different kind of grief. It was as if I knew that they were together again. I can only imagine the pain of losing a partner.
Was this an unexpected loss?
My blessings to you and your family.