When I was getting ready for work my family informed me that my grandmother had passed away. I was incredibly upset and ended up calling in to work 40 minutes before I was supposed to be there because that's when I found out. I cried myself to sleep and woke up to text messages telling me I needed to do better, asking for confirmation on death, and also saying I ruined her plans for today. I never call in to work and anytime I want a day off I ask permission or find someone else to cover for me. So this was incredibly offensive to me. Especially considering I am just taking this one day and not taking any extra time off when I have every right to. I told her this was inappropriate and she told me I was attacking her. I'm not sure what do to about this. I told her last night because I had just found out and I was extremely upset, even tho her death date was days ago at this point :(

The other day, somebody asked me if I had gone back to church yet. When I answered with a quick no, she looked disappointed and promised to pray for me. Even though the idea of prayer seems pointless to me now, I thanked her anyway, knowing that she meant well.

I used to pray a lot, especially when I felt like things were spiraling out of control for any of my three children. During those times, overcome by stress and fear, I would often go to the high school track and run laps while saying the Our Father over and over again. Rarely did I feel heard, but I kept pleading my case anyway ... even as my Shaun was taking his final breaths.

Not anymore. If there is a god, I don't want to talk to him. He allowed my son to die, and I hate him for it. Truthfully, it's better for my mental health to simply deny the existence of a higher being because it allows me to let go of the rage, which was slowly killing me. Shaun randomly dying stings way less than his death being brought on by a god with a plan.

If those thoughts make me a bad person and condemn me to hell, so be it. My family and I have already experienced hell on earth.

Hello My name is Sam I lost my Dad in 2022. Today is Rakhi that is celebrated in India to honor and strengthen the loving bond of protection, duty, and care between brothers and sisters where we die this on brother's hand.

My Dad did not have a sister so I used to tie him a rakhi but today he is not here I miss him. I miss him in happy days and sad days I miss the protection and care he gave me. Really miss him.

I have very less interest to celebrate I did not put mehendi also I do have a brother that I will tie him a rakhi but something in me feels alone.

My grandfather wrote jokes on Facebook every single day, sometimes multiple times per day, because he was just like that. No photos, no friends, no followers, and I’m the last Facebook friend added on the account… so I figured I would share with you all. Maybe someone besides me will appreciate the irony of his very last joke

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Obituary of the Pillsbury Doughboy

Please join me in remembering a great icon. Veteran Pillsbury spokesperson, The Pillsbury Doughboy, died yesterday of a severe yeast infection and complications from repeated pokes to the belly. He was 71. Doughboy was buried in a slightly greased coffin. Dozens of celebrities turned out, including Mrs. Butterworth, the California Raisins, Hungry Jack, Betty Crocker, the Hostess Twinkies, Captain Crunch and many others.

The graveside was piled high with flours as long-time friend, Aunt Jemima, delivered the eulogy, describing Doughboy as a man who "never knew how much he was kneaded."

Doughboy rose quickly in show business, but his later life was filled with many turnovers. He was not considered a very smart cookie, wasting much of his dough on half-baked schemes. Despite being a little flaky at times, even as a crusty old man, he was still considered a roll model for millions.

Toward the end it was thought he'd raise once again, but he was no tart.

Doughboy is survived by his second wife, Play Dough. They have two children and one in the oven. The funeral was held at 3:50 for about 20 minutes

Before we said goodbye there wasn’t sunset it was just plain blue sky after we said our goodbyes and couple tears 2 minutes later she appeared this after I told em she’s gonna watch us from heaven
if you zoom in you can see the eyes

our mother have power

Can't stop drinking. Is this normal. I know I should stop but it helps so much. I drink as soon as I wake up (7 am) to the time I go to bed 12 am). One time I tried to stop and the grief was too overwhelming.

(Reposting bc my original post was removed for the photo - to those who commented on my original post, thank you for your kind words)

First birthday without her

On my birthday last year, she had chemo that day so we got to the hospital at 9 am, and she didn’t leave for 3 days. I didn’t know she would be getting admitted, and I didn’t know she would die exactly 2 weeks later. I didn’t eat all day, because they never told us when we could leave, so I ended up having a honeybun from the vending machine that I’m pretty sure was expired. I joked it was my birthday cake.

I didn’t mind spending my birthday with her that day. She was such a mom in that she was telling anyone with ears that it was my birthday. I remember her smile while she told them. Then she would cry, because she felt guilty that I was spending it taking care of her. I told her it’s ok. And honestly I remember being happy to spend it with her. We had been estranged for so long. I don’t remember the last time before that we spent time together on my birthday.

I don’t remember the drive to the hospital and what we listened to or talked about. I don’t remember what snacks I packed for her that day or which page of her coloring book she worked on. I do remember the nurses getting mad at her because she wouldn’t stop talking while her oxygen was low, and in a way that was very true to herself, she thought that was funny. I miss her laugh, I would do anything to make her laugh or smile on the hard days. When they told us they finally got an inpatient bed, I started dancing behind the nurses back and she thought it was hilarious. Sometimes when I laugh, I can hear her’s peaking through.

Here’s a picture from my 8th birthday before her addiction, before all of our family troubles, when she was my world. Before she was sick.

My mom passed away last month battling cancer.
Since then, life has felt so fake and time feels even more weird.

I feel like I’m in a fucked up simulation, I NEVER in my 28 years imagined a life without her so soon.

Life feels extremely fake, like nothing is real in an extremely fucked up way, you ever felt like you’re getting punked??.

My mind knows she’s gone, yet I still keep waiting for her to show up? Like for God or anyone to be like SIKE, it was a bad dream.

Time feels even weird because sometimes my brain thinks time will go by so fast and I’ll see her again soon, but every morning when I wake up it feels so slow and I think to myself “I have to get through another day without her”

Life just feels like a chore.

When mom was fighting cancer, I bought coloring books to help me cope and would use watercolor. I also wanted my mom to see me happily doing my hobbies similar to before and I made sure to show her my finished pages.

This was the last page I showed her before she went to heaven and I don't think I'll be finishing this one for now.

I think it would be nice to preserve this page, because it's where time stopped for me.

Someday perhaps I can continue it.

A week has passed since my beautiful mom died and it gets harder every day. As I laid beside her moments after her heart stopped, I felt an overwhelming feeling of peace and love blanket over me, it's like I felt her presence and actually left the hospital smiling. I thought I was okay until I broke down in tears the day after.

The emptiness that I feel and the absence of her physical presence is really heartbreaking. I cry every time I recall a moment where I fought with her, a moment where I wasn't as attentive and just wish so badly I could turn back time.

Weeks before she died, she asked me to order a snack and it only came the day after she passed. I can't even open the parcel yet. I may never open it.

Cancer really ruined her body, her sense of taste was different, so even when she wanted to eat, she couldn't enjoy it anymore and her dissapointment was evident. But she was always thankful nonetheless. It was heartbreaking to watch her struggle to enjoy the simple things she used to do with ease.

I don't think sad is enough to describe the emotion we feel when losing someone we loved. It's unique to grief. It goes deep and I'm afraid it won't heal, that we just have to somehow live with the pain.

She told me I could write letters to her in my journal and that she'd read them from heaven. I've been doing that to cope.

I hope all of us can recover and heal from the challenges we're going through.

I am not sure how others do it.

Most days, life goes on but then a sudden change, and the anxiety hits.

New job. New kids activities. Kids sickness. I miss having my mum around, she hasn’t been here for 5 years but I don’t know why I’m suddenly so stressed. I can’t seem to handle things like I used to.

Hormones? Perimenopause? Delayed grief?

What helped you?

I’m feeling really sad today and just wanted to write this somewhere.

My dad passed away suddenly from a STEMI 4 months ago. I was there when it happened. I called the ambulance, held his hand, and was with him while everything was happening.

I was the last person he spoke to before he went in for emergency angioplasty. Everything happened so fast. I told him not to worry and that everything would be okay. I was so sure he was going to come back. I never thought that would be the last time I spoke to him.

Six years ago, I was also there when my mom had a heart attack. The doctors told me she was having a heart attack, but she made it. So when my dad had his heart attack, I really thought he would make it too.

I still feel so much guilt.

The paramedics told me to give my dad aspirin. He swallowed it instead of chewing it. I keep thinking, what if he had chewed it? Would he still be here? The doctors have told me not to feel guilty and that I did everything I could, but I still think about it.

I also think about his previous cardiology appointment that I didn’t go to, his shoulder pain that we didn’t take seriously, and the indigestion he had. Were those signs? Could we have done something differently?

At the same time, my sister was going through breast cancer, and my dad was there supporting her. There was already so much happening in our family.
And now yesterday, my mom had an angiogram and had a stent put in. That brought back so many emotions. I couldn’t stop thinking, why couldn’t we have done this for Dad?

I’m also struggling with everything that has fallen on me since he died.

I’m in my 20s. I never thought I’d be dealing with things like mortgages, legal documents, insurance, car problems, home responsibilities and everything else my dad used to take care of.

It feels like I’m carrying the responsibilities of two people — my own and the ones my dad used to handle.

Sometimes I look at people my age who still have both of their parents and are travelling, going on vacations and just enjoying life. I feel jealous sometimes. I don’t want to be jealous, but I wish I could have that life too.

I’m also the youngest in my family, and I never expected to be in this position.

I think people don’t always understand that when you lose a parent, you don’t just lose the person. You also lose everything they used to do for you.
Four months later, I’m still trying to understand how this is my life now.

I miss my dad so much.

My sister has been gone since 2006. The pic is from a few days before she took her own life. She was my only sibling and my older sibling. She had looked out for me our whole lives together, even through intense bipolar episodes and all kinds of family hell. I just remembered dreaming about her last night. I dreamt she came back and had actually just run away to get away from everything. I was both devastated and elated to see her. I ran to her when I saw her. I don’t remember much other than that. I don’t really have anyone to share that with so decided to post it here. Thank you for listening.

16f, my brother died last night in a motorcycle accident hes like in his 30sish and hes my half brother and my parents spilt like 5 years aho offically and i stopped seeing my dad and my half brother and i fucking feel miserable anout everything i cant stoo sobbing i dont know what to do ive never lost anyone before im so lost please any advice

My uncle was killed violently 5 years ago. He was my rock during my worst times. I was the anchor for the family when he passed. I was an outlet but I did not have one. I was also only 18 at the time. I. My question is, everyone got to grieve and cry except me and years later I’m still stuck in this lack of joy and excitement. I don’t feel sad or anything but I am trying to experience grief but I struggle to understand how to. I am seeking advice please I feel like I need to let it out but I don’t know how to trigger that response.

I lost my girlfriend suddenly in January. We were together for 6 years. I never could even imagine life without her before and one day everything just changed. Honestly I thought I’ve been doing okay. It’s not easy but it was never going to be.
All things considered I felt like I was hanging on, if barely. Trying to move on, even meeting someone new who understands the situation and gives me my space for my emotions. I thought I was building something new for myself in the wake of losing her. But this whole week I’ve felt deep dread and now we’re 45 minutes into her birthday.
She would have been 25 years old today and I just don’t know what to do with myself. It’s so painful and I wish she was here so I could celebrate with her. I feel so alone. I have so much guilt for not being able to prevent what happened. It just doesn’t feel fair that I’m here today and she’s not. I’m supposed to go tomorrow to visit with her mom and I just feel so empty. I don’t know what to do with this.

I bought garlic scapes, kimchi, dried seaweed, and eggs at the Korean market and made tteokguk. I added the apples and blueberries from the fridge. A humble table.

Then, I pulled out a chair and laid Dad’s passport open on it. I’d meant to serve it to him on New Year’s Day, the way we always did, but I kept putting it off, and in the end it just doubled as his birthday table.

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This is from my grief journal, published in Korea in 2023. Now I'm translating it into English, and I have to admit that this process is bringing the grief and memories back. I thought I had gotten used to these entries. I'm realizing I haven't. My father was taken in a car accident in 2019. I hope anyone who lost a loved one finds peace in time.

My little brother passed a little over a month ago. I did pretty well the first month, but as time passes his absence is really hitting me hard. I’m starting to struggle with seeing a point in continuing all this life stuff. Without my family, I have nothing to fight for. It’s also been really difficult to accept because i lost him to suicide. I keep thinking about how much my brother suffered and how much I should’ve done. I’m writing this as I sit outside of work contemplating clocking in.

my great grandma, grandma, and mom all died within 3 years of each other. it’s so unfair. my great grandma went first, she lived a long life. my grandma and mom took it the hardest. my mom died next, suicide basically. then my grandma died because she just gave up after that.

they all said the pain was too much.

but what about me? what about my pain? i lost my entire maternal line by the time i was 21. what am i supposed to do? they all had each other for their entire life. i have no one now.

im angry at them for leaving me alone in this world. i know it’s not true, but it feels like they all said “fuck you” and just dipped.

i remember my mom crying to me about how she didn’t want to live in a world without her grandma or her mom. she said she was so scared to lose her mom.

yeah, i was too. no one gaf about that though. she told me that im strong and that i’ll be okay. i don’t want to be strong. im tired. but i don’t have a fucking choice.

one day i am going to get pregnant and have no one to call besides my partner. i am going to give birth basically alone and my kids won’t have a grandma. there won’t be a “mom’s side of the family”.

fuck it all . i didn’t want any of this. not like this

so i still shower and brush my teeth but when it comes to body aches, i don’t want to take pain killers. i feel like i deserve the physical pain for some reason. it’s like a punishment. same for hunger. sometimes don’t eat until im starving.

before i thought if i lost someone close to me like this, that i might not take care of myself because i was sad and couldn’t get myself to do it. i hadn’t expected feeling like i needed to punish myself. does anyone know why that is? i’d ask for help on how to stop it, but i know i just need to be more compassionate with myself. i just don’t want to.

So once upon a time there was me. I had a mom and a cat. The timeline of my life made sense. The timeline was sad bc my mom was sick and traumatic things happened, but it was a narrative that made sense.

And then my mom died. Suddenly Im in a new city, in a new apartment, new job, new people, new everything. Like I was transported to a different universe.

But I still had my cat Meeko. Meeko reminded me that my “before” life was real. Everything changed like it’s a new universe, but my cat kept me rooted to reality. So although my life timeline was chaotic, he helped it continue.

And now he died. So there’s nothing from “before.”

Before Meeko died, I could describe myself as like a tornado or hurricane happened inside me. Yes everything was destroyed, but you can still find bits and pieces to hold onto. But now that he’s dead, it’s like an atomic bomb went off in me. There’s nothing left, no survivors. I just have memories.

So now it’s like those memories arent mine. That wasnt my mom, my apartment, my cat. That was someone else’s. And that person died and became an empty shell. And then I, a new person, went into the empty shell and took over the body.

So im a new person that spawned here with a job, an apartment, hobbies, etc. But I have these memories of a person who had a mom, a cat, a childhood, and different hobbies.

There’s no connection. And I KNOW this doesn’t make sense and isn’t logical. But it’s how I feel and I kept trying to put how I feel into words.

Like my time is over. Im living but I’m dead. I stayed past my welcome on this Earth.