Have you lost your best friend?

[WebmasterMaryJo]

Kristin and Kevin

I can relate, especially at this time of year. I've also lost both of my parents, and there are some days that my heart just really, really hurts.

 

[Bornteach]

Isn't it touching that we can each turn to each other and know how we are all feeling.


It is like a club that none of us wanted to join but all eventually enter.

My thoughts are with all of you too.


I think I am at a point where most day I can put my grief of a shelf. I know where it is and can get it when I want it.

Every once and awhile it bits me on the tushie but luckily I have many friends who will help me carry it for awhile.


Thanks to all of you who add a smile on a day I need it most.

 

[carrie1626]

Thru my own tears, I want to give you a.

Today 10/22 is also the anniversary of the passing of my beloved Aunt Lois (LuLuBelle the clown she was). Twelve years of not having her to share things with.

She was truly a best friend and I miss her so dearly.

 

[SamSam]

The pain goes away but the 'missing' does not, at least for me. I am 59 years old and lost my dad when I was 16, he was 42 (massive heart attack). I think about him every day, at least for a few moments, and at those times, I say I love you Dad and I wish you had lived so that I would have known you as Adult to Adult and my children would have had the benefit of having you as a grampa.
He would have been a fabulous grampa.


I miss having his wisdom and experience as I became an adult and started a family.

 

[tehSAC]

I'm so sorry for your loss, Kristin.

I know what its like to loose a bestfriend. I lost mine when I was 16 on Christmas morning. It will be 15 years this Christmas, and its still very hard for me to talk about.

Actually I lost a friend, or a fellow classmate every year I was in HS. I graduated in a class of only 125 too.

 

[Joshua_me]

The pain goes away but the 'missing' does not,

^ Exactly.

This past March marked the five year anniversary of my Father's passing.

And while I'd like to rewrite history and say we were the best of buddies 'til the end, that simply was not the case. I feel that I would be dishonoring his memory to say otherwise. Things were rather rocky between us because of a number of factors, my orientation being chief among them.

But you know, as time passes those things seem to matter less and less...

The real truth is I *know* that he truly loved me, and the fact of the matter is there are only a precious handful of people that you can say that about as we pass through this life of ours.

I still miss him dearly, and at brief times even forget that he's gone. Shopping is a strange thing. I can be browsing through some department store, pick up an item and think to myself, "You know, Dad would really get a kick out of that for Christmas, I think I'll..." ...And then I catch myself, suddenly snapping back into reality.

Let's face it: it doesn't matter if you're six or sixty, when a parent dies you are left feeling like an orphan. It leaves a scar that fades gently with time, but never disappears entirely.

My biggest fear in life is the eventual passing of my Mother.

I may have to be "put away" for some time when that event occurs.

I dread it more with each passing day.

 

[dgthree]

^ Exactly.

I could have written your post, except it was my mom who passed away 13 years ago this coming December. I think perhaps the mother/daughter and father/son relationships can be pretty tenuous. My mom & I butted heads on most things, and the only times we were mostly in agreement, it was usually over music or shopping. To this day, a trip to the mall doesn't hold the same cachet, and I don't spend much time in the stores we enjoyed visiting together. On the other hand, when a song we both liked comes on the radio, I have a distinct feeling that it's a sign that she's still around watching over me, and all is right with the world.

I am thankful every single day that we were getting to be on better terms when she passed, but it was never perfect. I wish I'd had more time to resolve some of our stuff...

My dad is 79 now, and every day I read of someone his age passing, I cringe a little. I fear I will need to be committed, too.

for all of us who seem to be connecting on this level.