I lost my mama 11 years ago. I haven’t gone to see her grave since the day she was buried. I’ve been to the same cemetery since (the day we buried my grandpa), but I didn’t go see her grave. I couldn’t tell you exactly why. I think some of it is just the knowledge that she’s not really *there*, and some of it is the constant wondering what she would think of me now. I entirely understand all the feelings involved.
Heidi, this comment means so much to me, it's got me tearing up. I have felt so alone in this for so long. It's comforting to hear someone else has a similar story to mine. I've also been in the same cemetery, for my grandfather's funeral years later, and didn't visit then either. Grief is such a strange thing. Thanks again for stopping by!
I was 18 when we lost my mama, and I’ve discovered there’s no real way to describe losing a parent at that particular point in life to someone who hasn’t been there. That part of the journey was slower and a bit less unexpected (cancer is literally the actual WORST), but it’s still not something teens should have to wrestle with. Ever. All the weird feelings and grief and guilt are entirely understandable (even if it took me a decade and walking two of my dear friends through the same process—albeit not at the same tender age—for me to be able to deal with my own trauma and get to this point).
Love you and this so very much!
Thanks for sharing. ❤️
I lost my mama 11 years ago. I haven’t gone to see her grave since the day she was buried. I’ve been to the same cemetery since (the day we buried my grandpa), but I didn’t go see her grave. I couldn’t tell you exactly why. I think some of it is just the knowledge that she’s not really *there*, and some of it is the constant wondering what she would think of me now. I entirely understand all the feelings involved.
Heidi, this comment means so much to me, it's got me tearing up. I have felt so alone in this for so long. It's comforting to hear someone else has a similar story to mine. I've also been in the same cemetery, for my grandfather's funeral years later, and didn't visit then either. Grief is such a strange thing. Thanks again for stopping by!
I was 18 when we lost my mama, and I’ve discovered there’s no real way to describe losing a parent at that particular point in life to someone who hasn’t been there. That part of the journey was slower and a bit less unexpected (cancer is literally the actual WORST), but it’s still not something teens should have to wrestle with. Ever. All the weird feelings and grief and guilt are entirely understandable (even if it took me a decade and walking two of my dear friends through the same process—albeit not at the same tender age—for me to be able to deal with my own trauma and get to this point).