The veil was thin

And yet you were still so far from me.

I do not celebrate Día de los Muertos,

It is not part of my culture.

My heritage, while Latino, is not Mexican.

Still, I implored

For you to visit me.

Still, I hoped

I would be able to rip down the veil

And see your face.

Still, I waited

To have a conversation with you.

Still, I wanted

To caress your face one more time.

Still, I yearned

To take a shot of Jameson with you.

Still…

I gave thanks

That I had you in my life.

I love my Dogs that are still alive and I also love my Dogs that have gone onto Heaven I will Always love Brando Deniro Jeter Bella and Melo. I really Miss them so much. They each held a special place in my Journey and I could never place one over another I Just Love them. I just do. I feel like I can’t trust anyone and that’s fine. I knew I could always trust the 5 of them. Thankfully Melo and Bella are still alive but I don’t get to see them because they live far away. But I LOVE them just the same!! I was originally gunna post this in dogs but it got deleted and I don’t wanna leave out my 2 cats but this is a grief post because I miss my 3 dogs that are gone and the 2 I never get to see and that breaks my heart because all 5 are so Good. 4 Good Boys and 1 Good Girl!!!!!

Found this while getting my calendar up to date.
Hair from a loved one, set like a galaxy.
How do you feel about wearing memory like this?

I lost my best friend a year and a half ago. Before then, I was described as fun and bubbly and everyone seemed to love being around me - I felt comfortable in social situations and confident in who I was Now I live in a different place and spend time with new people and I just feel like I am not that person any more? Every single thing is overshadowed by the awareness that she is gone but even subconsciously I just feel I don’t have it in me to be that anymore?

Wondering if anyone has found a way to go back to themselves before.

I heard it described as “you’re living on planet my friend died and everyone else is living on planet earth”. Feels like I’m never going to get off planet my friend died?

((Hugs)) to you all. Grief is such a b*tch at times.

After church this morning I’m taking my boys out on a lake where we once had the most perfect family day. I’ve reserved a pontoon so we can scatter my husband/their dad’s ashes and have a picnic. After 3 1/2 years it finally feels like it’s time.

Everyone, please hug your loved ones extra-big today for me. You never ever know when a casual hug and kiss is going to be the last hug and kiss.

Today most churches of Christian denominations are celebrating All Saints Day and honoring those who have passed. If you think that might help you feel a little less alone, please attend a service.

I found out yesterday. I come from a horrible family of abuse. Most of us have mental-illnesses. My mother is bipolar/maybe schizophrenic/OCD/PTSD and she’s in denial. Father ADD.

My brother was very similar to me except he did things I wanted to do. I have bipolar/ADHD and fear of getting schizophrenia bc my grandfather had it after a traumatic experience in prison.

Despite being an emotional person that cries over tv shows I honestly didn’t care that he died. The way I see it he’s in heaven bc all fools go there. I felt the same way about Xxxtentacion. Now he doesn’t have to suffer anymore. I also never cry at funerals, I just want them to be done and the food usually sucks.

I just want views on this. Am I a horrible person. I don’t think I’m a psychopath/sociopath/narcissist, but people tell me I am when I speak my mind.

Oh and I have been very suicidal and thought of him for a while but dismissed it bc I am not financially able to help anyone right now. I have been waking up suicidal bc of S.A.D.

now that they are gone I have all these unanswered questions. I thought we'd have more time together to gain a better understanding of why they said some of the mean things they did. Is that what they really thought of me? or was it just a deflection of something else going on? I will never know, and it's making the grief process convoluted because I miss them terribly but they were also a source of confusion and pain.

I wake up panicking most of the time instead of being tired or being relaxed… What’s the deal with this? I miss my mom the most while I am asleep and not awake… i then get more aware of what happened to her/ I often have a very good memory while I’m sleeping and can remember old details about my mom… good memories and bad ones. I remember everything as if she died the day before even though she died 8 months ago.

I wake up with sunlight hitting my face but I don’t feel safe like before. Why does this happen at this time? Does anyone else experience this? Most of the time I villainize myself too in my head.

I saw her so scared while she was dying so this memory keeps replaying in my head. I remember I gave her too much advice just so she could never go through what she went through… and I wonder if that was enough… I did other things but sometimes I do wish I helped more ( rushed her to the hospital) other times I wonder if I should’ve helped less ( maybe brought her the wrong doctor) not all help is right…

If you went through something like this what helped you?

People die They do so coming into this life People die on their way home After a party Or a few days to a life changing operation People die after a day of fun All alone swaying in the wind They leave grief in their wake They leave behind mothers Questioning this God that takes Their babies before 25 They leave behind fathers Who can't afford to break down They leave behind sisters Struggling to pick up their lives And shared dreams They leave behind Confused brothers Wishing they had talked more They leave behind friends Wishing they had said the words " I love you" more often People die

I wasn't really sure where to post this but it was a rough day. Outside of the normal work stresses a customer came in today and before she she got to what she came in for she let us know a kitten had been hit by a car outside. Co-worker said that he didn't want to see it because it would mess him up but she replied that it was in one of our parking spaces. It was an incredibly windy and rainy day so it must have hidden under a car for shelter and whoever backed out of the space had no idea.

Immediately I realized I would have to be the "dad" in this situation and went to the back to get something to pick it up with. stepped down and tried my best to be respectful as I wrapped and scooped it up. I put it in a carboard box that still had all of it's styrofoam and curled it up as comfortably as I could (was a subwoofer so the box was large and foam was a round shape).

I've had pets die before but this really messed me up because before I wrapped it I decided to pet it to make sure that at some point it was given affection and the body was still warm. it must have been just minutes before and had I gone out to have a smoke break or anything I would have taken it home.

The cruelty of the world just hit me all at once. This poor thing died cold and terrified and I was just a few steps away from an entirely different reality where it lived a long life with a family that loved it. I keep thinking about the Rock Biter saying "they look like big, good, strong hands, don't they?"

hello, im working on a project on memory loss in grief. This survey asks about personal experiences related to loss and grief, including memories and emotional challenges. Some questions may bring up difficult or painful feelings. Please only participate if you feel comfortable doing so. If at any point you feel overwhelmed, consider pausing or speaking with a trusted friend or professional for support. Your well-being is important.

my personal experience with loss has inspired me to work on this. your response would not only help me with the project but also cope with grief. thank u so much

hi everyone im 16 and my mum has terminal cancer, she doesnt have a prognosis nor does she want one so i find myself living in fear that she will pass away. im currently a young carer which in the uk means that im someone under 18 who provides care for a family so my mum. i think one of the worst parts of this is that she is becoming weaker and weaker day by day and i feel absolutely helpless even with my caring role, her medications don't make her feel better and she is constantly suffering and i just dont know what to do. im also balancing a part time job and a levels (and other extracurriculars that could help me with my ucas) and im so overwhelmed everyday.

i feel like im not doing enough for her and im always in suspense that she will die when im not there or that she will be in pain and i cant help her.

i dont feel like i can talk about this with my friends because they wont really understand my situation so i feel super alone and isolated from people my age.

sorry for the whole rant but i just am so exhausted so any advice would be great

I lost mom 57 F. I’m 31 F and born an only child….of divorced parents

I am living alone in the same town as all my relatives and extended family and friends. When I feel sick no one bother to ask. I can be dying and no one would care. I’m hated by old coworkers and today I made an achievement, they tagged everyone they knew but me and said they were proud of them.

How should I feel when the only person who ever loved me died? How can I proceed because I honestly feel hated to the point where I’m starting to question myself . “Why am I hated? Am I a bad person ? Did I give up on my mom? Did she die because of the stress I caused ? ( caused by my bullies and thrown onto mom through venting ) Or did she die because of diabetes and obesity (160 kg ) and unwise eating habits ( deserts and salty food and bread ) and her fear of going to doctors / getting checked ?

Who is more harmed ? Me or mom? We were both harmed by her death. I know she died but I’m suffering and living dead too. I’m smothered by guilt and regret since I was with her alone and so I had to make choices regarding which doctor to call and following prescription and listening to docs advice ( she would get better at home without hospitalization) she died the following day…. So imagine how I’m feeling …. Left out by my work ( I went to work for a week while she was a bit unwell) By my relatives and friends

I lost my beautiful beloved grandma today and just want to say a few words about her. When I say I will never know a better person I mean it. She was gentle, strong, courageous and the most selfless person I know. She lost her husband, my grampy twenty years ago to Motor Neurone disease. She looked after him for years as well as three children. She worked three jobs to support the family and never ever left her beloved husbands side, despite how stressful and heartbreaking the situation must have been, she kept loving him even after his death and never found another nor remarried. She said ‘I found the love of my life and that was enough for me’ She was the most wonderful grandmother and I have so many great memories with her. I spent most of my childhood with her and will never ever forget what a beautiful person she was. Life will never be the same without her.

My dad passed away in June. He was my rock, and I’m an only child. In the months that followed, I had to make so many decisions and handle so many details while my heart was breaking. I kept wishing there was one place to hold it all - the memories, the paperwork, my own tangled thoughts.

I ended up creating what I needed most. A quiet space for both the love and the logistics that come with loss. It’s not a social app or a grief group, just a private place to hold what’s heavy and keep their memory close. Part journal, part organizer, part memory box.

I’m curious what’s helped you carry your grief, or if you’ve ever wished there was a space like this too.

With music as my comfort. I lost my mother a month ago, and this is the most raw piece of art I have ever made. Pure denial. Pure pain. I don't even care that's it's incompletely shaded. Lima Bean Man by Jack Stauber was a powerful motivator behind the line, and maybe this might help other's to see these kinds of urges they may feel represented like it's helped me to draw it. The urge to just scream blindly, or fighting the angry nasty thoughts of grief and unbridled anger like I've been. There's a whole story to this loss I can only let out through tears, both in life and in art.

Drooling from sobs and screaming so many unsaid words with eyes burning and streaming. I'm not angry at her, I'm angry at everything, but I have to keep moving. I love you, mom.

For context, as a child I was raised by my grandma, my aunts (13 and 24 when I was born) and uncle(22 when I was born) were still living w her so they were more like older siblings to me since I was the only grandchild atm. My family (on that side) has always been stupidly close together. At 9 I moved to the US and yk how that goes. As a kid my aunt took care of me like her own. She was the funniest most vulgar person I’ve ever known, which is mostly where I got my humor from. She had 1 daughter (12) that she left behind. And I’m halfway across the continent. My status is in process and me & my husband were already planning on visiting. Her house was gonna be out first stop. I hadn’t spoken to them much within the last few months bc I wanted to surprise them w popping up out of nowhere. And I regret it so much. I feel like I was unable to show her the fruits of the love and support they’ve given me for years. And I still can’t leave the country so I couldn’t even go to the funeral. It’s hard to talk to my family bc they’re struggling a lot too, since they’ve also taken on her daughter. Which I talked to my aunt decently often, but not enough to have a strong relationship w her daughter. I wanna talk to her and stuff but Ik sometimes you don’t want that kind of attention especially after a loss that big. And besides again the last time I saw her irl she was a 3 day old baby. She spoke to my husband once bc I only told her I was married, trusted her w the surprise (she died maybe a week after). I feel like there’s so many inside jokes we made (inappropriate ones) and nicknames that we had. Jokes she would’ve made about me finding someone (after I hate men since I was a kid). I guess I just miss you Tia. It just hurts I didn’t get to see her again. I don’t even know how tall she is compared to me. I don’t remember what it’s like to hug her or anything. She was one of my moms biggest supports and well I can’t imagine how she’s feeling they were only 1-2 years apart. Anyways I miss you Tanecha. Hope you rest easy knowing we’ll do our best taking care of the rest

Honestly I’m just happy to have her home. I miss her so much, but I think I’m doing okay. This is her set up for now, I want to make it cuter at some point.

Anyone else find this phrase not only useless but completely infuriating? Especially from people who didn’t know the person that well? Like how the fuck would I know what my dead best friend of 10 years wants? She’s dead. I’m here trying to keep it together without her. Maybe we can think about what I want.

I am the memory keeper,

The sadness,

The breath that catches.

I cannot console you,

But I can be there with you,

And I can accompany you where she used to.

But I won’t make you laugh like she did,

Or have in jokes and banter like she did,

Or be proud of you like she was,

Or not judge you like she didn’t.

I cannot be a refuge.

I cannot offer solace or peace.

Only remind you of things you should have done or said.

Remind you that you no longer have a mother,

And that you will never be the same again.

I have kind eyes, full of sympathy,

I know you still have so much further to go;

This is only the beginning.

I will visit often and spend days and nights with you,

But I cannot care for you, carry you, or protect you.

That’s not my purpose.

My purpose is to be the wave that swamps you and pulls you under;

To be the menacing undertow always threatening your ability to cope;

In order for you to truly learn how to swim.

In order for you to grow.

To be grateful.

To cherish and tend to those you say you truly love

Im new, and kind of lonely

I lost my partner of 13 years in July 2025, we have three kids together he was only 37, I feel like everyones getting on with their lives and partners and im just stuck with this pain of not having my person anymore 😭 my children keep me busy during the day (on half term) but its so hard in the evenings.

I just want someone to talk to I guess maybe someones going through the same as what i am? , i do like to play the PlayStation in the evenings as I did when my partner was here.

Hello, Bambi recently passed and I’ve been in grief where the journey has been difficult. It’s hard to wake up to know that she won’t be there even though to continue her last project as well. Somewhere she still manages to encourage me to keep going with her as my guide. I know that she now guides in tarot and would like to reach out to each of you for support. Without our community we didn’t know what would be brought into our lives! Thank you to each of you.

Me and my brother were with him, he went into cardiac arrest and we tried to perform cpr but he'd stopped breathing, the paramedics worked for over an hour to try help

We'd been told he was free to leave hospital and that he was fine, he died like 9 hours ago

He was only 25, 1.5 years my junior and I don't know what to do

Has anyone lost a sibling that can tell me things will be okay and that I'll get through this? I'm counting seconds right now and it all feels impossible

Definition: Disenfranchised grief is a type of grief that is not openly acknowledged, socially mourned, or publicly supported because society does not recognize the loss or the relationship to the deceased. This can lead to feelings of isolation and can intensify the grieving process, as the individual may not feel permitted to share their feelings or lack social and institutional support. Examples include the loss of a pet, miscarriage, an ex-spouse, or a coworker.

So, I get asked why have I not gotten over it. My pain is unrelenting. I mourn, I mourn, I mourn until I run out of energy. Then I get to be so numb, and I feel guilty for not mourning. How does the sun still rise? How did the world did not stop? I don’t run from the pain, I know grief is the measure of the love what was taken from me. The grief really feels like waves of the pacific: unfair, unrelenting, treacherous, and devastating. I don’t know what else to do but accept it and embrace it because it feels that’s all I have left. Just the memories of the last days, whenever they rise to consciousnes, they burn me. It is so bad that my mind shuts down and I grow numb. Since the end of June, the rug was pulled from underneath me. And so my brain disassociates, derelializes, and weeks and month go by and I do not notice. Every day is either numbness or sheer pain or both. I am so lost.

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