I know I said I wasn't going to post for the next little while, but I couldn't help but make a thread out opportunity out of my event. Most of us here have probably witnessed the death of a family member (The one that happened yesterday was my third relative death). I usually think I'm prepared for it, then hear the news and stay neutral. My calamity remains for about a day-just enough to comfort those that have been affected more than I have. After that, I just totally break down. I cry, I write stories, I cry some more, and I talk to people. The other two family deaths occurred when I was relatively young, so I wasn't super close to them. This one, however, really touched my heart. I was really close, and we spend many nights and dinners together. She cared for me a lot (considering I was the only person in my genealogical level to speak her language). Right now, I just don't know what to think: To be glad that she's moved on to a better place, or to be sad that she's gone. Forever. Have you guys experienced any family deaths? How did you cope? <hugs to everyone who understands>
It's kinda hard to explain how I feel. If anything, I feel nothing. Though yeah. I know what's it like to loose a family member. I've never cried though. I just remain quiet and somber for a while. It's not that don't feel sad, it just I feel hardly anything. My emotions are about as dead as the person we mourn. Maybe because I accept death being an inevitable thing for all, I just don't know how to feel when people pass. It's the one time where I feel like I'm emotionless. *hugs and cuddles close* I do hope you find a way to cope though.
The topic of a family member dying has never been something I've had to deal with, (aside from my father, who passed more than 7 years ago.) because the one(s) that have passed on were never close to me. However, I do know people who unfortunately had to suffer such a loss, so I can understand how it must feel. Considering that I have no real experience in it, I honestly can't say how I'd cope with it. Regardless, I'm sorry to hear about your loss and I wish you well. Hugs from me.
My dad died 6 years ago and I was the one that found him. Not joking. To be honest... I'm not sure how I coped. I just sort of did. I guess I just realized that freaking out and crying wasn't really going to solve anything. I just accepted it and tried to move on with my life.
I tend to cope with death by punching things until my knuckles bleed. Probably not a healthy response, but it's what I do.
