We were blessed in that we did not experience a death in the family until February 19, 2006 when we lost my mother. I am also a hospice nurse and manage a hospice. My hospice experience really didn't help much when she was dying. I had become a family member and not a medical person. I cope with it by knowing that she is not in pain anymore and that she would absolutely not stand for any one of us to just "give up" in grief. She was a very vibrant, lively, adventurous, loving person who lived life to the fullest. So, I get through it by remembering the good times and honoring what I know would be her wishes for us.
2007-03-12 23:25:51
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answered by Only hell mama ever raised 6
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James Agee was born in Knoxville, Tennessee.
I was 36 when my father died. The sad thing about it was I couldn't be at his deathbed. He died in the Philippines and my family and I were already here in the States. By the time we reached home, he had already passed away. It really hurt so much coz I wasn't able to say goodbye. I cried a lot but somehow I had to be brave too for my son, then 12 yrs. He adored his grandpa and I had to help him handle his grief. After the funeral, we returned to our home here in TX and brought my mom with us. To cope with our deep sadness, we would often pray together and we did a lot of reminiscing.
We still do.
In a very strong way, I believe my dad is still looking out for us and awfully proud of his grandson, now 32.
2007-03-12 21:23:29
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answered by Inday 7
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Most were acquaintances but my mom was my first family member that died. Two years later my dad.
The strange thing is I hardly ever think of them anymore yet I miss them terribly, especially at Christmas time.
The older we get, death is a common occurence and you learn to accept it as it comes. It just makes me wonder when it will be my turn at times.
2007-03-13 03:20:00
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answered by Anonymous
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By adopting temporary psychopathy I think. My gran raised me, and when she died, it was a big empty space, but that was sort of all, really. By the time I emerged from empty space, life had moved on and I was able to move with it. Similarly, when my dad died last year, it sucked but I can't say I was wracked with pain or loss. But then, he was never there in my life as a kid, so I kinda lost the "legend" of him, whereas I know the kids of his third wife, who were around him for years, felt bad that they'd lost the reality of him.
The one that actually hit me big was a pal of mine. A contemporary, so I guess it hit home more. He committed suicide, and six years on, I can still cry and rage at him for it. Which I guess means I haven't really coped with it.
2007-03-12 21:15:19
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answered by mdfalco71 6
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Well the only death i have ever had to deal with is my grandpas. I got over it after a couple of days. I know hes in a better place. I imagine its nothing compared to losing a parent or sibling.
2007-03-12 20:53:05
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answered by nobody 5
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Not very well. I did (and still do) block it out by keeping my thoughts occupied with other things. Which is why I need help sleeping at night. That's when all the sadness creeps in.
2007-03-12 20:48:04
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answered by Anonymous
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