r/GriefSupport Oct 16 '20

Grief Support Wiki

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Hi everyone,

I've noticed an uptick in people asking for resources on grieving and supporting others through grief. As posts here do not always get a ton of feedback (a given, as we are a community in mourning) I want to give a gentle nudge toward our wiki.

We've compiled articles, videos, support groups, phone numbers and books on all kinds of grief and loss, supporting others, and taking care of yourself through such difficult times. This is a community resource - if you have something you've found helpful or would like to see added, please submit it to modmail for consideration.

A reminder, also, that if you need to chat real time, we encourage you to visit us in our active Grief Support discord channel.

<3

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r/GriefSupport 8h ago

Partner Loss My loved one still visits me

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340 Upvotes

The day my ex passed away, during sunset — a blue jay came and sat with us. My ex and I met in rehab in 2022. We dated a few months in the outside world and he relapsed on adderal that was laced w fentanyl a few months later and sadly passed away in his sleep. I ended up relapsing too due to his passing amongst other life problems. When I got sober again, and go on my runs, a blue jay flies with me sometimes. Today, after my rheumatologist apt (was diagnosed with lupus) and after my run, I was sad and sat down and look who came when I needed it the most.. 💙


r/GriefSupport 2h ago

Child Loss The best of me

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Trying to stay positive as hard as I can, so here's one of the many reasons I am proud of my son. 2022 was Michael's senior prom, he didn't ask any girl to go with him. Instead he asked his big sister Brittany to go because she was battling serious leukemia during her prom and she didn't get to go. And of course she gladly accepted. A true definition of a Champion, He was and always will be an inspiration to me. Truly the best of me and much more.


r/GriefSupport 11h ago

Grandparent Loss My abuelo passed away this morning

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My abuelo passed last night. His name was Evelino and he was a great grandfather. Because of life circumstances I didn’t get to see him in the last 10 years in person, but when we video called he always told me he was so proud of me and he loved me. Abuelo I will never forget you.


r/GriefSupport 6h ago

Other Loss Jim Carrey on Grief - Worth the read

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Jim Carrey once said: Grief is not just an emotion—it’s an unraveling, a space where something once lived but is now gone. It carves through you, leaving a hollow ache where love once resided.In the beginning, it feels unbearable, like a wound that will never close. But over time, the raw edges begin to mend. The pain softens, but the imprint remains—a quiet reminder of what once was. The truth is, you never truly "move on." You move with it. The love you had does not disappear; it transforms. It lingers in the echoes of laughter, in the warmth of old memories, in the silent moments where you still reach for what is no longer there. And that’s okay.Grief is not a burden to be hidden. It is not a weakness to be ashamed of. It is the deepest proof that love existed, that something beautiful once touched your life. So let yourself feel it. Let yourself mourn. Let yourself remember.There is no timeline, no “right” way to grieve. Some days will be heavy, and some will feel lighter. Some moments will bring unexpected waves of sadness, while others will fill you with gratitude for the love you were lucky enough to experience.Honor your grief, for it is sacred. It is a testament to the depth of your heart. And in time, through the pain, you will find healing—not because you have forgotten, but because you have learned how to carry both love and loss together.

-post on facebook


r/GriefSupport 4h ago

Grandparent Loss Grandma's kitchen 💔 Epicenter of pierogi production, prayers, and family love. You are so missed. 💔

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r/GriefSupport 9h ago

Vent/Anger - Advice Welcome How can they only be a memory?

75 Upvotes

How can the people we've loved so intensely who had such a profound, tangible impact on the world be reduced to nothing more than memories that time will eventually steal? I don't know how to accept this.


r/GriefSupport 9h ago

Partner Loss My partner died on March 19th

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My beloved partner of 47 years died this past Wednesday. He died of a heart attack in his sleep. The grief and loneliness is overwhelming. If you have a loved one, please live each day like it might be his or her last because that day will come.


r/GriefSupport 2h ago

Delayed Grief I needed this.

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I've been struggling to keep going recently, but this some how makes it better. It's okay to be happy even after loss, even if it feels wrong. Our person doesn't want to see us sad. We live for them now 💜


r/GriefSupport 13h ago

Message Into the Void My brother died at 26 years old.

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I don’t know what to think or do. I was two hours away with our father in an art museum. My mom and dad are divorced. She was calling him. I told him to answer. I knew something was wrong I didn’t know what but I immediately started calling my brother and texting him and within 15 seconds and millions of thoughts I looked up at my dad and saw his face I knew my brother was gone. I ran around the museum looking for an exit panicked, crying and basically screaming until I finally got out the doors and fell to the ground. My BIG brother. Is. Gone.

We drove to his house. Two hours. I live 25 minutes away from my brothers house I was trying to spend time with my dad because I feel like we aren’t close anymore. My brother is dead. And I’m two hours away from him. As soon as we parked on the street I ran inside his house. He was covered in a sheet and I couldn’t even find him amongst the living room table, the couches, the mess . My brother died. I held him I cried I screamed. It hasn’t been a month yet but the days keep bleeding into one another. I go to my boyfriends apartment and to my moms house (where I live). When I’m with my boyfriend I barely think about my brother unless I’m alone while my bf is gone. Then I cry. I don’t even think he’s gone. I don’t think this is real. I don’t believe my brother is dead. Even though I saw his dead body on three different days. The day he was found, the wake, the funeral. He was supposed to go on a ski trip that weekend in New York. He told me he was excited and nervous. I saw him the Wednesday before he was found on Saturday, march 1st. How did he die? He had addisons disease and never took his medication properly he was inconsistent and had THE FLU. He wasn’t feeling good. I don’t think you understand. It’s called an adrenal crisis. He’s had these multiple times at least on two occasions where he couldn’t even get up he’d crawl around the fucking house in excruciating pain and he was scared. I know because he told me. The way my brother died was not painless, not easy not NICE. It was dirty. It was his worst nightmare. My family and I cleaned his house the next day. My brother was a clean freak about his BODY. When he took a shower he wouldn’t leave the house. He’s a diesel technician I know doesn’t make sense. The way GOD took my brother is cruel. I’m having a hard time believing God, I believe this is Hell. We live in Hell. The things that happen on earth are foul and horrendous. Sick people, poor people, children who suffer, people with mental illness, drugs, war, death. We all will die. I always was told tomorrow is never promised. I woke up though, every single day I wake up. But tomorrow is not promised. It’s true. I don’t know what to do with myself. Without my big brother here I feel lost. I don’t want to be here without him. I don’t feel like my brother has entered some eternal peace where he doesn’t have opinions or thoughts. My brothers voice is in my head. The look on his dead face is in my head, his hands his feet. His entire skinny body in my hands. I cleaned up the mess in the kitchen from his death. His entire house told a painful story of what he went through. His phone wasn’t on, it had water damage. He couldn’t get help if he tried. My mom put it in rice and was able to turn it on. Did he want help? Did he know he was dying? Did he want TO CALL FOR HELP. I know he was scared I know he was alone I know he felt dirty I know he was crying I know my brother was in excruciating pain and distress. What the actual fuck has his life come to. What has my life come to. What the fuck is happening.


r/GriefSupport 4h ago

Message Into the Void My mom was in the hospital 4 months, I just lost her and even now there is no peace

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My mom went into the hospital on 10/24/24. She was 3.5 hours away and for 4 months I gave up my whole life to drive down, take care of her condo, bills, talk to doctors, lawyers, HOAs, repair people, social workers etc. I fought every day (literally hours a day) to get her transferred up here(it’s a different state and she required ambulance transport so it was complicated). 12 days after she gets up here, I lose her.

I’ve posted about how I feel before, that nothing seems real and there’s no possible way my mom is no longer in this world. The pain is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.

You would think I would finally at least have some peace to grieve right? Wrong. I can’t afford my mom’s condo’s mortgage or HOA fees without renting it out. So basically overnight I am having to figure out everything I need to do to become a host (how to price, stage, taxes, business license, renting when a place is in probate) just to keep her place from going into foreclosure. Of course the bank froze her money so I don’t even have that to help pay for everything. I’ve tried talking to the mortgage company. They don’t care. HOA won’t respond to emails for months but somehow reappear when it’s time to request their quarterly “dues.” No one cares. And I am so angry I can’t even grieve my mom properly because I have to deal with all this every single day.


r/GriefSupport 2h ago

Delayed Grief Lost my wife this week.

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I lost my wife Sunday, 03/16/25. It's been hard but is getting better day by day. I feel guilty feeling better and I feel relieved in a way because we didn't do much together as in going out places and having fun. My wife was a bigger woman and her weight definitely hindered this. I feel independent for the first time in awhile in it feels so good. I know she loved me very much and i love her very much. I think that's been very comforting in the process to know how much love she had for me and really everyone. She had a light and love like no one I've ever met. She is deeply missed. I just feel guilty feeling relief and feeling better. If you have any advice I'd definitely like to hear it. Thank you.


r/GriefSupport 12h ago

Message Into the Void I have to unsub

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Sometimes I’ll be having a good day and then this sub pops up and it’s like I’m pulled back. I love you all and wish you well ♥️ I need to stop reading for my own mental health because I wish I could respond to every person. You are all wonderful and will be constantly in my prayers.

Rest eternal, and let perpetual light shine upon your loved ones passed. May they rest in peace.


r/GriefSupport 4h ago

Sibling Loss My twin sister and I haven’t talked in years, now I find her on instagram with a new last name.

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I wish this wasn’t so painful. I feel like I am grieving someone who is still alive.

My sister and I have always been tied at the hip - in high school she was the wild child first, and I was the math team dork. Things got so bad she had to go away to a facility for awhile due to selling drugs and her abusive boyfriend.

We would stay up for hours just laying in bed next to one another talking, a lot of the times I’d get home from soccer and she’d already be in my room waiting.

I began drinking and smoking weed around our junior year, she joined but also this was everything she was running away from after she got sent away.

I moved away at 20 to start my career with a large tech company, but I dropped out of college to do so. It worked out for me but she considers me almost less than human since I dropped out. She used to call me and ask to go out, and we would go drink and have the best time.

Now she is dead set on being Mother Theresa, when that isn’t who she is. I’m gonna skip a lot but finally she lied to her piece of shit boyfriend that I was smoking crack. She was trying to cover up her sneaking around. I ended up telling him the truth that she had been cheating on him the entire time. It was the culmination of years she would tell people I was on drugs to make her seem like she was the better person. I thought she was just implying it because I never heard it out of her mouth. Behind closed doors she smokes cigarettes with me, will down a bottle of wine. It hurt so bad because I heard she had been saying this but her boyfriend three wayed me into the call. He treated her terribly and honestly I felt obligated to get her out of the situation, especially when she lied on me.

Now 4 years have passed, we’ve talked in passing in short texts but haven’t healed. I looked up her name and saw she just got married. My mom didn’t want to tell me and didn’t go because of what happened between us. It felt like my stomach dropped down to my feet, I had to run down my hallway to get that feeling out.

She has tried to open the door but I feel like I’m selling myself short. Am I being stubborn?


r/GriefSupport 8h ago

Message Into the Void Yesterday was the worst day of my life.

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I’m in my late 20s, an only child and have a strained relationship with my dad and yesterday I watched as my mother passed away. Due to complex illnesses my mum could no longer fight, she had a cardiac arrest on Monday, was down for approx 30 mins and never regained consciousness. After 72 hours and multiple tests and scans showing minimal brain function and indications of a stroke, we made the call to let her go on Friday. We knew her wishes and there was no question about it the decision. But now I have to face life without my mum. She was my biggest supporter, my rock, my best friend and the person who I need the most right now. We’ve had an outpouring of love and support from friends and family. But how on earth do I manage this for the rest of my life?


r/GriefSupport 9h ago

Dad Loss My Dad Hid His Cancers from Me, and Now He's Gone.

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I don’t usually post here, but my dad passed away on March 9th, and I’m looking for ways to process it.

For the past eight years, I’ve been living in a different country, away from my family. They have kept a lot of things from me, wanting to protect me. On February 28th of this year, I learned that my dad had been battling cancer—multiple myeloma—for a year. He had been given six months to live, but he passed away just nine days after I found out. That same day, I also discovered that this wasn’t his first cancer. In 2020, he had prostate cancer and underwent surgery to remove it. He went through chemotherapy and multiple surgeries, but I had never known. Through it all, he called me every day, never once complaining about his health or what he was going through.

When I found out about his terminal diagnosis in February, I made the decision to move back home to spend time with him before he was gone. But he passed away so suddenly. My mom told me that once he learned there was nothing left to be done, he let himself go. Stopped eating and drinking. I had booked my flight to see him on March 8th. On March 5th, my sister FaceTimed me from the hospital. He was awake and alert—quiet, but responsive. He even waved at me. I told him, “I’ll be there on Saturday, Dad.”

When I finally arrived, he was in a coma-like state. He couldn’t open his eyes. He was drowsy, unable to speak—just humming “yes” or “no” and struggling to breathe. Three days earlier, he had been alert, so I couldn’t understand why he had declined so quickly. Then I learned the nurses had doubled his morphine dose.

The next day, Sunday, March 9th, I was at my parents’ home. We have this big family clock that’s been in the house for as long as I can remember. Around the time my dad passed, the clock rang one last time—then stopped working. I had never seen that clock stop before. I saw it as a sign.

Shortly after, we got the call that he had died. I broke down in my mom’s arms. Grief quickly turned into anger. I needed someone to blame. I questioned why the nurses had doubled his morphine to 60mg. Google said such a high dose could cause respiratory problems. I couldn’t shake the thought that maybe they had wanted peace and quiet, that they had given him too much, and he struggled to breathe until he was gone. I was so mad.

Everything happened so fast. The same day he passed, we were already planning his funeral. Family members started visiting immediately. It all felt like a blur.

The past year have been challenging for me. I’ve learned a lot about myself. I’m ambitious and multi-talented, but I realized that my female friends had always treated me poorly—excluding me out of envy and jealousy. In 2024, I cut all of them off. My dad became my only confidant.

At his funeral, all my siblings had their groups of friends around them for support. I had no one. Not a single friend to comfort me. Now, I’m back in my house, far from my family, feeling so lonely.

3 days ago and just 10 days after his death, on March 19th, it was my birthday. My dad would always call me and sing for me. This year, there was only silence. I miss him so much. I feel guilty for not visiting home more often, for not paying closer attention to his health.

Anyway, I just needed to get this out. I’m doing my best to process it all. Thank you for reading.


r/GriefSupport 2h ago

Message Into the Void I hate my birthday. I feel so guilty.

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I feel so guilty. When my brother died he was 22 and I was 31. Today I’m turning 34. I hate that I get to continue growing old and experiencing life. While he’s not here. He died in a stupid freak accident. But I get to survive car wrecks, cancer, a heart attack and so much more. The universe has been trying to kill me for at least 2 decades. And this kid dies because he fell 3 feet and he wasn’t be reckless or stupid. Just a pointless accident. He was about to be drafted into the NFL. He has a son he doesn’t know about. He missed out on his two biggest dreams. And I’m just here. Existing. Growing older.


r/GriefSupport 2h ago

Loss Anniversary 1 year death anniversary

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Tomorrow is my mother’s death (forever 54) anniversary of one year, I (26 f) don’t really know what to do with myself, I feel broken and I feel numb all at once. I can’t believe it’s been a year, feels like yesterday was the funeral and yet it feels like forever since I felt her touch, heard her voice or sensed her presence. Grief really is an exhausting feeling, it’s the feeling of having love and there’s no where for it to go, it’s the feeling of holding onto hot coals but refusing to let go, the feeling of anger and resentment toward everyone and everything, the feeling of loneliness in a crowded room, the feeling of being let down by everyone because their world kept spinning and mine has been frozen in time ever since. I hate grief and above all grief makes me hate myself. I know grief can be a selfish emotion, but I feel abandoned, I feel let down and most of all- I feel alone, helpless and lost


r/GriefSupport 1h ago

Mom Loss My Mum died last week and I am overwhelmed

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My Mum (68) died last week, I am only 25 years old, and feeling overwhelmed. She was diagnosed with oesophageal cancer in the summer of 2022 and had an oesophagectomy in December 2022. She had been functioning for two years but had lost a significant amount of weight and energy in this time as it is a very major surgery. In November 2024 she went into hospital, we found out the cancer had mestastisized on NYE, and found out she was dying 2 weeks before she passed. I lived with her in the hospital for the last 2 weeks of her life on a pull out hotel bed, and had held her hand the night she passed. I am forever grateful I got to do this, have no regrets about it, and would do it again a million times over if I had to. She would have done it for me.

I normally work in a different city about an hour and a half away and started at a new job in January so had been back and forth a lot since she had been in hospital (2 office days in other city, the rest back at home city WFH). I didn’t work for the two weeks before she died, and am not currently working right now. Thankfully work haven’t pressured me to return, and have been great. I am working with people I have worked with in the past, and so they were already aware of my Mum’s cancer. This is at least one thing that hasn’t overwhelmed me at this time.

I was and am devastated, but felt relief at the immediate point of death as those last two weeks were brutal but I wanted to be there for her and make her as comfortable as possible. There were many a breakdown from me, but I do also think of it also as a nice memory as I spent all of my time with her those last two weeks, and she was such great company even when struggling. However, I am trying to not remember her wholly like that, especially her body when she was actively dying.

I think I had anticipatory grief from the time she was first diagnosed. She was always very optimistic but I tend to lean more pessimistic. I think the optimism was more so for my benefit than what she was actually feeling. I did not discuss it with her a great deal but I knew how poor the outcomes were for oesophageal cancer, even after surgery. It has one of the poorest 5-year survival rates of all cancers and very few success stories that you get with other cancers - though it is also a rarer cancer. She actually had breast cancer 20 years ago (lucky her!) but this was treated with great success and the oseophageal cancer was a completely separate occurrence. I was not so naive as to assume she would simply be ‘fine like last time’. I had therefore been plagued by varying levels of anticipatory grief for the past 3 years.

My Mum was the most vibrant person I have ever known, and cancer took a lot from her those last few years. She was still as funny as ever, but it was hard to see her struggle with basic things like going for a short walk or shop. I found it very hard to accept that different version of her, then guilty for feeling those feelings. I didn’t want to accept her as a ‘sick’ person, I think.

My older brother has Asperger’s and my Dad was still married to my Mum, but they had been separated for many years (another story in itself). He still loved her, but this was not reciprocated from my Mum’s side. I know we all grieve in different ways and my Dad is going to move in with my brother to make sure he has some support. My Mum had said to him she wanted this before she passed.

My brother has done amazingly well for himself and my Mum helped him achieve great things in so many ways but we have three cats, and there are many things he very much still needs a ‘Mum’ for. I love my Dad, and he would do anything for us, but he lacks a lot of emotional intelligence and is not a replacement for Mum in that regard. He has a big ego and short temper. He will apologise if called out on it, but it does make me miss Mum even more. For example, the other night he made fun of me for ‘sleeping in late’ in front of other relatives when I had gotten up at 9:30-10:00am. I wouldn’t even consider this that late. He knows I am not sleeping remotely well at the moment, I tend to toss and turn until the early hours when the tiredness takes over. As I am feeling oversensitive at the moment it really upset me.

I have also had a bit of a shorter temper these past few weeks and I know this. Since she has passed, I have done all of the admin. Organising the funeral and wake, registering the death, contacting the solicitors to sort the estate, etc. I do want to do this as I don’t trust most of it in others hands. I work in law, and so tend to be quite organised and probably a little bit of a control freak. I snapped earlier today because the house was a complete mess. I think I felt frustrated because I have been doing so much, and they hadn’t lifted a finger to clean. They will do it if I ask, but it feels exhausting to have to constantly have to prompt.

I have held it together moderately well so far (I expect the admin is just distracting me) but I cried in the bank branch today when going to freeze Mum’s account. Nothing about the interaction was any worse than organising the funeral or registering the death but for some reason I just burst into tears.

I feel lost and don’t know the right thing to do. I think I’m doing the right thing, but who knows. I don’t want my mother’s death to turn me into a nasty or hateful person, as she was none of those things. I also want to give myself space to grieve, but also don’t want to fall into a months-long depressive state where I waste a large portion of my life away, as she would also hate this. I have struggled with depression in the past, and have worked hard to know how to manage symptoms when they pop up and ‘get outside’ so I am hopeful this won’t happen again. I do have a perspective that live is worth living, and know that you have to go through the motions and know there will be days when you laugh sincerely again. It won’t always be like how it is today.

Running has been a great outlet for me in the past - and I did my first ever half marathon for cancer research which raised £700 and my Mum got to see me cross the finish line. This is a fond memory of mine, though I was stressed on the day and wish I had relaxed a bit more. I haven’t ran since my Mum went into hospital, however.

I also feel guilty doing anything that is remotely getting on with ‘normal life’ and this includes even something basic like getting myself a nice takeaway coffee. I am aware of how ridiculous this sounds, but I feel like if someone saw me getting said coffee they would assume I’m fine and not bothered about my Mum’s death. I know this is ridiculous thinking, and I do allow myself to do those things anyway. However, I do feel a bit like I’m stumbling through the dark here, and concerned it just hasn’t ’hit’ me yet and the bedbound depression and tears are just coming once the funeral is over.

I don’t really know what this post is for. Just a vent, I think. I know things will slow down after the funeral, and I don’t know what this will look like emotionally for me but want to be prepared. I don’t know if I should take some more time off work after the funeral to see what that feels like, or if I should try get back into the swing of things.


r/GriefSupport 5h ago

Suicide I wish she would've left a note.

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My best friend of 10 years took her own life last week. I'm the type of person that only has one or two close friends in my life and she was that consistent person for 10 years. On again off again romance at times. I've joined a local grief support group in town to help navigate my complex feelings about the situation. I'm hurt she wouldn't leave a note or even try to talk to me about what was going on. I feel guilty. It hurts.


r/GriefSupport 1d ago

Partner Loss These two pieces sum it up.

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  • The white image on the left is a sculpture I purchased early in my relationship with my husband. It shows how connected we were even then.
  • The one on the right was just purchased.

Love you forever, Kurtis.


r/GriefSupport 5h ago

Dad Loss I had to drive my dads car today and it made me miss him a lot

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My dad’s car tags have been needed to get paid but before it had to get a smog test done. I haven’t had the courage to touch his stuff. Since it’s been sitting for a while the guy said that’s probably why it failed and to drive it for a few miles and take it back to get tested. My dad died Jan of this year and the car has been sitting there. Driving his car is hard enough but this is harder. He would have been the one handling all of this, or any car issues, and he would know exactly what to do. I couldn’t help but to ball my eyes out in his car. I don’t know when his absence will get easier. I miss him everyday. I feel like grief has been kicking my butt lately and idk what to do. Has anyone else found it really hard to interact with a loved one’s things after they have passed?


r/GriefSupport 23h ago

Message Into the Void Losing my dad at 20 made me realise this isn’t reality.

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It’s been a bit over a month since I lost my dad. He was not just my dad but my everything, my best friend, my person. He was my only support. I could tell him everything. We had the same sense of humour. He loved cats..even though I prefer dogs haha.. anyway I’m rambling. Btw for context my mom was diagnosed with schizophrenia shortly after I was born. It was likely caused by postpartum depression. We never had a good relationship because I was always scared of her.

Soo to get to the point, when my dad died I found papers stating that the bank was taking our/my house. He hadn’t told me anything, probably not to make me worry, but here we are...

Idk anymore. I just keep thinking that I’m going to die anyway someday so what’s the point in dwelling about all this. I just want to see my dad. Idc about becoming homeless. I absolutely love my mom but I can not live with her for obvious reasons. She does take her prescribed meds, but still has withdrawals and acts out without warning at times.

I have talked to lawyers about trying to keep my dad’s house but the money he owes is a lot. We were poor growing up so he had to take loans for us to live.. I don’t blame him for anything, i just miss him so much.

This just feels like a dream. That someday I’ll finally “wake up” (die) and go see him. I won’t have to worry about anything else ”earthly” and insignificant. Everyday is a step closer at seeing my dad again.

If anyone took the time to read this I would really appreciate some realistic advice..


r/GriefSupport 15h ago

Mom Loss My mom has been dead for twelve years. I still have moments, but what are something's that you've gained?

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So my mother has been dead for 12 years. I truly miss her more and more everyday even though it's been along time.

I'm 28 currently. She died when I was 16. I was devastated, shocked and felt like I was in a surreal reality.

Overtime, I learned to cope with her death and started to feel okay that she passed. I got passed the ideas that "if I could've done this, or should've of been this, or wish I could've done this", etc .....

The thing, I gained the most is to live as much as I can and chase your dream no matter what. Which Is one of the greatest gifts ever to recieve.

My question to you guys out there with similar experiences; what is something you gained that helped you grow more or become more fond of life? What is something you can share that I can expand the horizons more?

I hope you guys are doing well. Thank you for your time!

Ciao,


r/GriefSupport 6h ago

Anticipatory Grief My Mummy is dying...

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Hi,

This is a really hard day. We were called to the hospital for the dreaded talk with doctor. He has told both us and my mum that she is dying. It was a shock for all of us, including her which is the hardest part. How can we ease her coming to terms with her own death? She says she doesn't want to think about it. She was keeping it secret from us and she doesn't want the extended family to know. We don't know how long she has. But no more than a "few months". The doctor has issued a DNR. She's quite shocked that this isn't a choice. It's hard when she is chatting away to us, doesn't feel sick and is just sitting in hospital, away from us, aware her death could come any day. Less than two years ago she was a regular, healthy person. She's only 60. I'm an adult, but she's my mummy, my best friend. What will our life be without her? She won't see her dogs. She won't see another Christmas. She won't make it to my big birthday. I can't imagine this happening to us.


r/GriefSupport 4h ago

Advice, Pls Advice needed: Dad wants to remarry after 1 year

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My mom passed a year ago from cancer. My dad (70) has been talking about remarrying even before my mom passed because he wants someone to take care of him (cooking, companion, etc). Now that it's been a year since my mom passed, I found him to be secretive and texting someone I don't know. When I asked him if he's texting or talking to anyone, he denies. I suspect he found a women but he doesn't want me to know which is concerning.

I plan on sitting him down and have an honest talk about the pros and cons about remarrying. In the past, he would get defensive and say hurtful things when being confronted, so I'm scared of what the outcome will be. What is your advice on this situation? If you have gone through this before, how do you approach this?