I lost my darling younger brother last year after his relatively short battle with cancer.
We were all with him when he passed and after watching him suffer through his chemo and all the pain, it was truly a relief to know he was no longer having to suffer so horrendously. But the pain was almost palpable, a ball of pain that just followed us around.
I cried every day for months, at times I didn't even sob, my body just leaked tears and I wouldn't even realise. But what I found the most amazing was just how much all the messages of support helped us - I was so truly touched by the facebook messages, phone calls, flowers and overwhelming support that came from so many people. It was amazingly heart warming and I did feel stronger as the days went by. The tears stopped coming every day - soon it was every 2 days, every week, now it's when I hear music that we both loved, that he played (he was a musician). But even though I sometimes find it hard, I force myself to listen and remember him. Because pretty soon I won't remember him with a stab of pain in my heart, I'll remember him with joy and love first.
I never realised how his death would change me as a person. I hope it has changed me for the better. I'm more emphatic, more caring and all too aware that life is too short.
I remember when he died just being totally desperate to get through the grief. I wanted a timeline. I wanted to know when the awful gut wrenching pain would end. And I can say is that it does ease, and the gut wrenching grief does lessen.
I'm so truly sorry for your loss - I, and most everyone on this thread, know all too well your utter pain and helplessness and wish there was something we could do to ease that pain. Please know that we're all sending our love and healing thoughts to you and your family.
xx