I know it’s been a while (10 days to be exact, I think) since my last post, but I’m still here and I’m still writing, so don’t worry guys.
Today is the three year anniversary since my grandpa’s death, and it really has me thinking…
How can anyone even deal with death of someone close to them, anyway?
It’s sort of a hard thing to understand, unless you have had firsthand experience. According to many grief websites (and my own personal grief counselor), there are 5 stages in the grieving process: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance.
Just by knowing the meaning of each word, it’s pretty easy to understand. First, you deny that they’re gone. Second, you become angry that they were taken from you. You then begin thinking of reasons how you could have saved them, and become depressed upon the realization of their death. Finally, you accept that they are gone, and continue to live your life normally.
I think it’s a bunch of bulls**t.
Personally, I suppose I went through the stages; however, it definitely was not in order and I definitely went back and forth between the stages. One day, I’ll think that I’ve accepted it, then the next day I’m angry, bargaining, and depressed all at once. I don’t think you ever, ever get completely over the death of anyone, no matter the age or timeliness of the death.
You just have to live with it.
You have to learn how to live with the constant heartache, the constant feeling of emptiness, the hole in your heart and in your soul.
It sounds absolutely terrible, but it’s possible. Your heart and mind have this crazy way of healing themselves. They just need one thing—time.
I know it’s cliché, but it’s true. Time heals all wounds, you just have to let it.
So, if you’re dealing with the loss of a friend, family member, dog, cat, spider, or pet rock, just know that it gets better. If you allow sorrow to consume yourself, then you will always feel miserable. You have to keep your head held high and know that there’s a light at the end of the tunnel. I promise