When you feel the most alone you ever have in your life, please know that you’re not alone.
I was raised by my grandparents so they were the only parents I had. As a result, I lost both my “parents” in 2019 and then 2020. The pain was shocking, even though I felt I should have somehow been “prepared” for it mentally. I’m also an only child. It’s not just the loss of your parents; I understand. Part of what causes that mid-life crisis feeling is that you suddenly realize you can never go “home” again. When people talk about going “home” to their parents for Christmas, or going “home” just to visit their parents; it feels that you’ve lost an anchor in the world.
But.
Even though it still hurts, and even though I’ve had a heaping load of shite since then, I still believe the phrase, “It will be okay in the end. And if it’s not okay, it’s not the end.” You will discover new anchors, you will slowly (and sometimes painfully) redefine home. The phrase “our little family” makes me grit my teeth, but I never say anything negative about it, because some people have had to assemble their own “little family,” brick by brick, by themselves, in the middle of a storm. I get it.
You will always miss your parents. The grief will feel less… raw? as time passes. It will still be painful, but not such a fresh wound. And you’ll know home when you find it. You may find it several times. It won’t be what you lost with your parents, but it will be a different kind of belonging.