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I think this is more for me than you, but here goes.
If there is a classic study on the stages of grief, I must be it. I haven't read anything on all this yet. By the time I do, I could probably write it myself.
Yesterday my father drove me to the funeral home where I picked up John's remains. The oddity of him riding home on my lap was overwhelming. My father didn't want me to go, but I have a tremendous desire to take care of my husband. I am honored to take care of him to the end. That side of this ordeal doesn't bother me.
It's my children. The 2 1/2 yo keeps asking for her daddy while I'm putting her to bed at night. My response is, "Daddy can't be here anymore, he isn't able to come home again." How do you make a little one understand?
Our 9yo admitted having stomach problems at night. Her heart was racing, stomach upset, shaking. I explained that her body was expelling grief and she needed to let it out. She thought she was going to die like Daddy did.
The 5 yo has always been joy personified. Now, however, she's beyond joy and into the exaltation arena. Doesn't want to see me cry, it "Makes me a headache." Nor does she want to hear us speak of Daddy right now. I'm not a professional, but I think they call this DENIAL.
The near 11 yo is always active, but now she's burning up enough energy to light a small home. I'm trying to slow her down, keep her home. The grief counselor says to let them do their thing, whatever makes them comfortable (whithin boundaries). Now I question the expert. (She is a congregant at our church. I trust her.) Is running yourself ragged a good thing?
And of course there's me. I want their Daddy, my stomach is upset, I'm smiling for my girls and I've done more home projects in the past five days than I've done in two years. Started feeling a bit contrary yesterday. Not toward anyone in particular. Just frustrated with the world. I have zero tolerance, no patience. And I need plenty of both. I'm sleep deprived, smothered in friends and family.
A friend showed up to our home with 5 bags of groceries. She helped me unpack them, gave me a hug and kiss and left. She is a great friend. The intrusion grated me. THAT's NOt Right of Me!! (Don't scold me for that.)
My birthday is 7/26. So many want to take me out here or there, I can't stand it. Nor can I make up my mind. Do you know how much I don't want a cake? But my girls need to keep our traditions going.
The finality of death is just that. Final. Yet there is always somone left behind. I smile, knowing my dh is where he needs to be. I weep for my girls being where they don't want to be. That is so exhausting.
Think I'll go lay down.
Vicki
If there is a classic study on the stages of grief, I must be it. I haven't read anything on all this yet. By the time I do, I could probably write it myself.
Yesterday my father drove me to the funeral home where I picked up John's remains. The oddity of him riding home on my lap was overwhelming. My father didn't want me to go, but I have a tremendous desire to take care of my husband. I am honored to take care of him to the end. That side of this ordeal doesn't bother me.
It's my children. The 2 1/2 yo keeps asking for her daddy while I'm putting her to bed at night. My response is, "Daddy can't be here anymore, he isn't able to come home again." How do you make a little one understand?
Our 9yo admitted having stomach problems at night. Her heart was racing, stomach upset, shaking. I explained that her body was expelling grief and she needed to let it out. She thought she was going to die like Daddy did.
The 5 yo has always been joy personified. Now, however, she's beyond joy and into the exaltation arena. Doesn't want to see me cry, it "Makes me a headache." Nor does she want to hear us speak of Daddy right now. I'm not a professional, but I think they call this DENIAL.
The near 11 yo is always active, but now she's burning up enough energy to light a small home. I'm trying to slow her down, keep her home. The grief counselor says to let them do their thing, whatever makes them comfortable (whithin boundaries). Now I question the expert. (She is a congregant at our church. I trust her.) Is running yourself ragged a good thing?
And of course there's me. I want their Daddy, my stomach is upset, I'm smiling for my girls and I've done more home projects in the past five days than I've done in two years. Started feeling a bit contrary yesterday. Not toward anyone in particular. Just frustrated with the world. I have zero tolerance, no patience. And I need plenty of both. I'm sleep deprived, smothered in friends and family.
A friend showed up to our home with 5 bags of groceries. She helped me unpack them, gave me a hug and kiss and left. She is a great friend. The intrusion grated me. THAT's NOt Right of Me!! (Don't scold me for that.)
My birthday is 7/26. So many want to take me out here or there, I can't stand it. Nor can I make up my mind. Do you know how much I don't want a cake? But my girls need to keep our traditions going.
The finality of death is just that. Final. Yet there is always somone left behind. I smile, knowing my dh is where he needs to be. I weep for my girls being where they don't want to be. That is so exhausting.
Think I'll go lay down.
Vicki

