I also think that when people are very struck by the death of older people it tends to be because there’s someone who’s more of a coper who will deal with the day to day of kids, housework, bills etc while they fall to pieces. My dad died when I was 23 and my mum didn’t cope well so I had to. Then she died at age 91 and I was a divorced mum and no-one offered me any help what so ever so I had to cope. So there’s that too, that some of us can’t fall to bits.
This is very insightful and you’ve hit the nail on the head here as to something that’s been kinda going around my mind that I’ve noticed but never put my finger on.
The people I’ve known who absolutely fall to pieces when they lose even a more distant relative tend to be the ones who don’t need to be completely strong and self sufficient, they’re usually people who have safety nets or are pretty good at getting others to look after them. Think the friend who always manages to portray minor annoyances as devastating dramas and get everyone rallying around offering support and help. I think we all know that friend!
When you have nobody to take care of business so you can just head straight into grief and remain there experiencing it without anything else on your plate it’s a different matter I think and by necessity you do have to be ‘stronger’ and perhaps find a different perspective on things.
I was early twenties when my mum died as a result of addiction, yes I found it very hard, but my brother seemed to lose it totally and it was mostly down to me to organise the funeral and sort out her place and tie up her financial affairs as he was just too upset. I had no safety net of being looked after so couldn’t take time off work other than two days after her funeral. No financial help so just had to keep trucking on.
I’m not trying to say I grieved better than anyone else, nothing like that. But I did have to try and see it as just one of those things, life happens, we lose people we love, at least she wasn’t suffering anymore, at least I had such an amazing mum for the time that I did... can’t allow it to wreck my own life too.
Once you’ve had something of that magnitude happen and developed that kind of resilience it’s difficult to understand or empathise with how others fall to pieces for much less I guess. It also feels a little indulgent, and I guess it’s possible to become bitter too... I had to cope so why can’t they?