In the last five years I have "lost" my Mum, my DH, my Dad, my MIL, my last Uncle, and several friends, and to be frank I've been absolutely feral at times x I actually got to the point where I said to my closest friends and family I was thinking of having a T shirt printed to wear on the rare occasions when I socialise saying "Whatever you're about to say, I know you mean well, but don't".
So I get it. Social media is the bane of the bereaved sometimes, sometimes it's nice to see memories and other people remembering your dear "departed" and how much they miss them, but sometimes, depending on which "wave" you're drowning under, it's so tempting to growl "No shit Sherlock, walk in my fucking shoes for the last few years".
I chafe against the language of grief. I didn't "lose" anybody, they're not keys down the back of the sofa, and to me it implies carelessness, which feels utterly insulting. Nor have they "departed" voluntarily for somewhere nicer - unless other people's God have a well stocked bar, DH isn't in a heaven I can grasp.
Problem is, our society thinks grief is something to be fixed, yet it's ubiquitous, everyone deals with it at some point, and it's horses for courses, because it's so deeply personal and unique to everyone.
There is no answer to the conundrum, and if one more person tells me how grateful I should be for the time I did have with any of my loved ones...... I shall smile through gritted teeth and hope one day I'll get over the urge to throat punch them. Because mostly, they do mean well.
So sending solidarity OP. I really do get it.