The Grief Project

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Grief reminds me of how powerful the memories were. it was, and is, a foreign, deep pain i never thought i would experience. i have to settle into the fact that i will remember him longer than i knew him. It’s slowly getting my inner child to accept that her dad isn’t coming home. Grief has shaped me with brutal hands, for better or for worse.

Each day will be spent wondering what that special person would think, say, or do if they were here. The hole doesn’t get filled again, but it does get smaller. I don’t think the Grief ever really goes away, as much as i ignore it. it comes at small times, a smell or a phrase, and the memories surge forward like the day i first felt them. My grief takes a different form each day. If my missing him could bring him back, if my love could keep him alive, he would have lived forever. I miss you papa.

Talk it out, write it out, do anything you can but don't bottle it.

Just talk. This talk. Talk to yourself. Talk to your loved ones. Be patient. Be gracious. You know.
Be the person that you wish would be there for you."

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Don't Give Up.

"Eventually, I just sat with it for a while and learned to live with it. I accepted it as the days went on. Eventually, I made peace with it. Even though the mark is still there."

grief, to me, was the feeling of being ‘stuck’. it is the feeling of hurt until it hurts less and less everyday. eventually it won’t hurt, i know that. but until then, i have to hurt and be in pain. i just wait for myself to pick up the pieces eventually.

you have to Be there for yourself before you can there for others. Remember that you need to give yourself space to grieve just as much as anyone else.

"Even if we weren't necessarily talking about grieving per se, it was just more like swapping old stories. But that kind of stuff helps out a lot."

if you feel like you should be grieving someone but haven’t, don’t force it. It’ll come. Don’t bottle it down either. When it hits you, it’ll hit you. And that’s alright.

If they hadn’t lost parents, or they had a long time ago or under very different circumstances, they just didn’t get it.

The biggest thing that really helped me was talking to people who had also lost parents. That was the common denominator I found in the people who were more helpful.