When my father died, I accepted his death because I made peace long ago where our relationship was. Every now and then things will trigger the grief. For instance, I was in a store and someone kept saying "Dad" and I realized that I would never call someone that again. I have a pewter heart with his ashes, but I cannot look at them because I cannot wrap my mind around knowing my father's ashes are in there. My mother died when I was 14 of cancer. If I let the fears of what happened to both of them get to me, I would never leave my house and run to the doctor every time I had abdominal pain.
Grief hits everyone in different ways. It could take days, weeks, months, years. Sometimes the stages of grief recur. Just when you think you are over it, something will remind you of the loss. It may never go away.
at 9:40 AM on Mar. 11, 2011