I’ve been a long time lerker to Heartsupport but have yet to post until now. I’ll just jump right into it and I apologise if it’s long.
My first experience with grief was when I was 8 years old and I lost my Uncle Alan, he was my best friend. He had diabetes (I didn’t know) and he uses to take me to his house every weekend since I was about 4 and those were such special times for me as he tought me so much. He died suddenly in the hospital around my 8th birthday. I didn’t know he had passed until about a month after his passing because my family didn’t want me to be sad. I was devastated when I found out because I didn’t und why he stopped getting me for weekends and he got me out of my bad living situation as a child and didn’t have that anymore. He’s the one who taught me to not discriminate against anyone and I miss him so bad it hurts me. How do you get past all those life lessons and all the love? I have a young child and I realize that I’m half the parent he was as I have a short fuse and quick to upset. I miss him literally everyday and I wish I was half the person he was for my kid.
I also lost another Uncle when I was in my early twenties and that was also sudden and equally as heartbreaking. He was one of the kindest souls I’d ever known. He overdosed and I didn’t know he was am addict to heroin. That was a hard loss as well as he was my confidante. He taught me things I needed to learn later in life (teen years). Turns out he was a troubled man.
My latest grief is by far my hardest one so far, my beloved Gram. She was my best friend since my Uncle Alan and my truest confident always. She was there for me when nobody else was and I can never repay her kindness and love. She knew everything about me, the good, bad and ugly but stood by me no matter what. She helped me through my periods of separation from my husband and I couldn’t have gotten through it without her. She had an aneurysm when I was about 12-13 and almost died but wasn’t ready and came back to us. She was always my biggest cheerleader. She passed away September 5th 2018, almost 2 years ago and it hurts as much today as it did that day. My kid started kindergarten the day she died and that’s not aomwtb you can forget. I should be happy right now with buying a new house with my spouse and I am, don’t get me wrong but I want so badly to pick up the phone and tell her all about it and can’t. I’m close with my Mom now but she has a ton of health issues and dealing with my Dad whose been an unfaithful prick and is due for surgery soon. I’m scared…