My father died of cancer, and we knew it was coming for a long time. We did a lot of pre-grieving together and separately as the many small deaths of hopes and dreams came about. Every "now we'll never..." moment was its own sorrow to work through. We still had about a year of blundering around to find the new normal, but it didn't feel or look the same as anyone else's grief. We had a few conversations about how we didn't seem to be suffering in quite the same way or as... traumatically? ... as other people.
Thankfully, even people who don't understand our grief can be kind. There is no "wrong" besides flat-out denial/avoidance. Be kind to yourself and take the path you feel is right.
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My father died of cancer, and we knew it was coming for a long time. We did a lot of pre-grieving together and separately as the many small deaths of hopes and dreams came about. Every "now we'll never..." moment was its own sorrow to work through. We still had about a year of blundering around to find the new normal, but it didn't feel or look the same as anyone else's grief. We had a few conversations about how we didn't seem to be suffering in quite the same way or as... traumatically? ... as other people.
Thankfully, even people who don't understand our grief can be kind. There is no "wrong" besides flat-out denial/avoidance. Be kind to yourself and take the path you feel is right.