My husband died six weeks before his 64th birthday, far too young.
Yes. Mrs L made it to sixty, just. I think she set her sights on it once she had the diagnosis. The world became a very lonely place since then.
I’ve never lost someone I chose, still less anyone so young, but my dad died two years ago on his birthday, and my mum earlier this year, a week after hers. Neither of them ever made a big deal of birthdays and anniversaries, except for my brother and myself when we were kids, and I’m beginning to understand the wisdom of that.
Acknowledge it, never forget, but try not to dwell on it.
Yeah, I know. It’s just that anniversaries like this are still a bit raw.
If they aren’t still raw, then I always feel that’s a good thing, paradoxically. People who say ‘It gets easier..’ are trying to comfort but..it really isn’t.
You have my sympathy, major bereavement anniversaries are not easy. I think other people sometimes forget that there are a number of them every year.
My thoughts are with you on this sad day LR.
Hold on to the happy memories and let the bad ones slip away. To encourage that I’ve told everyone that if nobody laughs at my funeral – waaaay in the future, I trust – I’ll damned well haunt them!
Not a day to be writing blog posts…. Kindest regards.
For what it’s worth from rando on t’internet, you have my sympathies.
It’s never easy losing someone close, and I can’t imagine losing Mrs C.D.
Cherish the time you had, and if you believe in an afterlife, take solace that you will see each other again. If not, cherish it that much more.
It is a sobering thought for me that my father died at 58 and his father died at 39.At the age of almost 84 I have lived nearly as long as the two of them added together.I still miss my father after nearly 60 years.
My husband died six weeks before his 64th birthday, far too young.
Yes. Mrs L made it to sixty, just. I think she set her sights on it once she had the diagnosis. The world became a very lonely place since then.
I’ve never lost someone I chose, still less anyone so young, but my dad died two years ago on his birthday, and my mum earlier this year, a week after hers. Neither of them ever made a big deal of birthdays and anniversaries, except for my brother and myself when we were kids, and I’m beginning to understand the wisdom of that.
Acknowledge it, never forget, but try not to dwell on it.
Yeah, I know. It’s just that anniversaries like this are still a bit raw.
If they aren’t still raw, then I always feel that’s a good thing, paradoxically. People who say ‘It gets easier..’ are trying to comfort but..it really isn’t.
You have my sympathy, major bereavement anniversaries are not easy. I think other people sometimes forget that there are a number of them every year.
My thoughts are with you on this sad day LR.
Hold on to the happy memories and let the bad ones slip away. To encourage that I’ve told everyone that if nobody laughs at my funeral – waaaay in the future, I trust – I’ll damned well haunt them!
Not a day to be writing blog posts…. Kindest regards.
For what it’s worth from rando on t’internet, you have my sympathies.
It’s never easy losing someone close, and I can’t imagine losing Mrs C.D.
Cherish the time you had, and if you believe in an afterlife, take solace that you will see each other again. If not, cherish it that much more.
It is a sobering thought for me that my father died at 58 and his father died at 39.At the age of almost 84 I have lived nearly as long as the two of them added together.I still miss my father after nearly 60 years.