My mum wasn't quite 72. And that's some of the great upset of this, isn't it? The fact that not age, but disease took them. That we feel there is still so much for them to do and to share and enjoy with us. It is the loss of all that as well as the lived person they are. The fact it can feel unfair, even if we reach a point where we see that life isn't fair or unfair.
All the trauma and distressing memories, still raw, of their illness and how that looked. Or the trauma of a sudden loss.
It's all that, and much, much more.
I am angry today. Calmly angry. But utterly pissed off. Some people think they have the 'answers' on how to deal with it. But.... What about when we ARE dealing with it? We are STILL grieving, still feeling all of those things I touched on above. Feeling them all the time.
I have a friend recently trained in hypnotherapy. She talks in such a detached way it feels. I know she cares about me... But I don't want my emotions to be turned into something that should be got rid of, or transformed. What I feel is normal. You can't hypnotise it away.
I think more than anything... Other than wanting our loved ones back free from suffering, more than anything we want - I want- is people to understand. To empathise. Not necessarily to fix. Because if we are living life free from self destruction, then there is nothing to 'fix'. If we turn to drink, food, drugs.... Then there is something to fix. But it's not the grief, it's the handling of grief.
Sigh. Sorry to rant. I am fed up my comments being met with what feels a cool, detached science. I need them to be met with love. I will distance for a while.
The other thing... My family homeopath of 25 years has been shocking through all this. When I finally came to make an appointment, she ignored me over and over, and then got back to me eventually to say she was going to write to me. Basically a dear John. I saved her the letter and said I was going to find a new homeopath. No 'good luck and all the years of practice with you have been a pleasure'. I mean... This woman knows a LOT about me and my three children. And my mum. Lots of trauma, and knows how close I was to mum and how distressed I was about her illness. Yet she said I shouldn't try and help her, I should just leave it. I haven't even spoken to her since mum went. She is just so distant and yet she came to our wedding, and we, I thought, had a close relationship.
And maybe that's it. Got too close and now all this is too much.
But come on... What a time to do that. And not even through conversation!!!! She also know I lost my beloved dog weeks before mum. Suddenly. And was with her as she passed too. She was old, but not ancient, and she was my companion and fur baby.
Sigh. I'm sorry to go on this Tuesday morning. Looks a long day ahead. I'll get through it of course. But.. You know.
We all will. But... We know... It's hard and it hurts.