Sooooo not a saddo babe....
Like everyone said... 2 years is not a long time - in terms of not just one, but two bereavements... your lovely mum and dad.
Please don't beat yourself up lovely.....xxxx
I loss my mother when I was 6yrs old, my father when I was 11 yrs old and my adoptive dad 5 years ago, at the end of this month.
I secondary loss (in my case, my adoptive dad) can bring back the primary loss (my mother and father) - and 5 years ago, I felt like I'd loss them all over again.
You mentioned being crabby today, as the anniversary is looming. I can really relate with that.... The build up to my adoptive dad's anniversary (28 April) - is reeeeeally difficult, and I'm irrational.. tearful for no sane reason... and generally moody! Even 5 years on! But... when the 28 April finally comes.... I have a lovely day...thinking of my lovely Dad and how much I loved him.. and what we did together. And the day passes, smoothly.
The first year, is a blur to be honest. I found it really hard to get up at the weekends (I had a 2 yr old then) Sunday's were the worse. I just couldn't get out of bed.. I did obviously, but I struggled when we weren't busy and were quiet.
The second year was the worse ever.... like someone else said earlier, people are getting on with their lives, and aren't 'checking up on you'... and it's so awful.
But, the third year got easier... and so did the fourth.
I often walk around town, with my baby boy in the buggy... and see a handsome 'silver fox' (a man with white hair!) and I nearly fall over myself, thinking it's my lovely Dad. And, it's not......... OMG, what I would give to 'bump' into my Dad now.
But, that's my little irrational moment... I have a great life, a great husband, and three wonderful babies.. and we are all healthy. My Dad was 72 years old and had a truly fab life... bursting at the seems with love and laughter! And, you said earlier... you think of your Dad in the garden and Mum dancing around the kitchen! Such, wonderful, wonderful pictures/memories of your lovely parents. Focus on that... think of them like that... and not how they left this earth.
My Dad died, slowly in my arms.. in pain. I could never get his last moments out of my daytime thoughts... I wanted to sleep all day... to block out those images.
But, it took me just about 2 and a half years.. to think of those images and accept them... and to feel that.... it was a release... and the most amazing honour.. to be there for him... and to be that person who witnessed his last breath. And, I hope that someone will be with me.. holding me when it's my turn.
Be kind to yourself. Take care of yourself. Stop beating yourself up.
I don't think that thinking of them on holiday is silly at all...and I think it's a lovely way to think of them. Take your time.... they were your parents... this is your grief.... Take care...xx