My beautiful sister died, by suicide, when she was 28. I can't express how much I loved/love her. It was quite a while - 7 years - ago now.
At the time, I had young children, and have always had a full-on job. I went back to work after less than a week (although I have little recollection of what I did, and even now, I find bonkers mistakes that I made in the months and years after she died. I had this really strong feeling I had to carry on and keep things as normal as possible for the kids (who also loved her), and by and large I did.
And now, suddenly, I feel like I'm being hit by waves and waves of this incredible sadness. My kids as teenagers are reminding me of her, which delights and devastates me in equal measure. My parents are getting old, and watching the weight of the grief on them is excruciating. I hate that I can't make them feel any better, and also feel robbed of them. The idea of them ever dying floors me completely, because I can't stand how much sadness they've had to bear and once they go, there's no chance of turning things around for them. Which of course is a silly way of thinking anyway, because how on earth could I ever turn this around? I really need to see my sister again, and I can't believe that it's not possible.
I just don't know where to put this. I don't want grief counselling - for some reason, the idea of it makes me feel absolutely livid. But how have I got through 7 years only for this to happen?
Thanks for reading.