Emptiness I think is the hardest feeling to understand and get through. It leaves you not caring and unable to sympathise. It left me ruthless and unable to deal with friendship dramas in a mature way. I struggled to consider how my words may affect others and after hearing “I don’t get why everyone is going to the funeral, it’s not important” from my so called friend I had a cause to aim my anger and hurt. At a time where bitchiness was an everyday occurrence and other people stirring made problems a million times worse I had my time to reflect what was going on in my life taken from me only to focus it on something else. In the long term I would be thankful for that, thankful that it was such a distraction.

This distraction was only temporary though, with something else to focus on I didn’t process the harsh reality of what was happening, turning my emotions off and only letting them seep through occasionally. This led to me, on the day my mum passed away, comforting my friends who amazingly showed up on my doorstep, poured into my house and engulfed me in a mass hug of tears. I felt overwhelmed with love and happiness the opposite of what I thought was right. I was in a constant state of pushing my emotions away thinking they were wrong, not letting myself grieve the way my body wanted. After they left I decided I wanted to prevent any feelings of sadness or hurt so I focused on organising and helping my dad with all the arrangements. I went with to the undertakers to decide what coffin and helped pick the outfit for my mum to wear. We sat and planned funeral times, the date, music and I made tea while my dad called old friends to tell them what had happened. Constantly distracting myself and giving my mind something better to focus on.  The first week was busy and nonstop meaning I was only alone when in bed. I was coping and proud of myself for all I was doing. It was only at night I’d allow myself to cry, I’d sob till I was exhausted hoping to prevent the nightmares I knew were to come. People deal with difficulties in the life in different ways, my body decides to create dreams that are more real than life itself. Every night they would come and when the morning came I’d wake and for half a minute I’d be ok, thinking she really had just been away on holiday and walked back through the door, big smile on her face. Every morning I’d wake still feeling the way she trapped me in her hugs, protecting me from the harsh reality. The problem with such happiness is that it can’t last and the fall brings you so low it takes the air out your lungs, crushing and bruising your insides, a black hole of grief sucking away the life and hope inside you. I thought I was fine, I thought I was coping and honestly I was, I was just coping in my own way.

People always say just get through the funeral and you will be fine. They have no clue. The funeral is the easy part, you’re allowed to be suffering, people surround you and support you, showing their love and helping celebrate the life of such a wonderful person. Everyone is aware of what is going on, they are saying their own goodbye. The hardest part is the day and weeks after. The build up and planning is done, the hype ended. The reality that this is your new life is so scary. People believe this is their time to give you space, they carry on with their lives the way they were, suddenly expecting you to go back to normal. I felt like reality really hit at this stage, when I felt most alone and struggled to come to terms with what happened. People began to forget and I felt it was not ok to be upset anymore. I had comforted them when they were hurting and now when I needed it I was too late, I had waited too long to realise what was really going on.

Fortunately I never felt alone. I had my dad who was my rock and a friend who had lost her mother to cancer made me feel it was ok to talk about it and hearing her stories and feelings made me realise I was not stupid for being jealous I got less time with my mum than other people because I was so much younger. She taught me that big life events are daunting to go into without your mum by your side but the times you would really struggle are ‘normal’ days. Loneliness would come at random, one day waking up and just wishing when you came downstairs my mum would be sat there reading her book. My friend was right and I am so grateful to her for all she did. We both still suffer and always will but we can talk and share happy memories without the awkwardness that often comes with others who don’t know how to act. Sometimes I feel more sorry for people who haven’t had to deal with major loss, they struggle to understand that talking about the people doesn’t mean we are going to break down, it means that we are sharing the memory of them and helping them live on. I hope I can relate to people who have lost ones they love but I also hope through reading this I can help people who don’t understand to get an idea of how it can sometimes feel. Grief is different for everyone and therefore it is so important to be accepting of the way that person is feeling, no matter how many years it had been, to always make them feel they can come to you and talk about how they feel, memories they have or photos that make them smile. Grief is forever but so is love and that love is so much more powerful and fulfilling.


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  2. I’m so sorry for your loss. I have 4 children. When my 2nd daughter was a day old, she died of cardiac arrest during open heart surgery. As you know, there is so much to deal with practically, like the funeral, and emotionally, which starts as being able to take the 10 steps to get to the door. I found that the hardest part was dealing with what other people said. I know that people say things because they don’t know what to say. One woman said to me but at least you can have other children, I can’t have another husband. I just said I’m sorry. I know she was trying to make me feel better but didn’t know how. But sometimes I didn’t have the energy to deal with hurtful comments. I understand when you said you ended up comforting your friends. Death of a loved one can’t be understood unless you have experienced it yourself.

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    1. I’m so sorry for your loss. Thank you for seeing what I mean. It’s hard to put into words but writing is really helping me. Everyone struggles to understand others situations but sometimes we just need to listen and learn ☺️ x

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      1. That’s a very good point. I’m so happy that you found my blog, so that I could find yours. I think it helps knowing there are those that can be gentle with us and to know that we should be gentle with ourselves.

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