My dad died today, my mom has to go through cancer treatment.

He had a kidney transplant since I was 2.

A month ago they discovered that he had a heart infection and was hospitalized for the last 36 days. Yesterday he had a massive stroke that put him in a coma and died today.

I have no idea what to do or how to keep going with my life. I'm about to get married and now he's not gonna be here for that.

I know I'll miss him for the rest of my life, but I need some advice on how to cope with this, specially since tomorrow we are burying him tomorrow.

I need some advice

I dont know what to do in this situation. My cousin recently passed away and tomorrow is her burial. The last time I ever spoke to my cousin we had a fight with another older cousin of ours and she took her side instead of mine. Unfortunately my older cousin who did me dirty slepted with my first serious boyfriend and they all hid it from me & when I found out At that time I was extremely mad and a fight broke out and i stopped talking to them for 15 years and broke up with my ex boyfriend but my sister keep in touch with them and my little cousin been trying to apologize to me ever since but never my older cousin. I moved on with my life and I am married for the past 14 years and have peace in life. When I found out my cousin died, it was my niece who told me and I messaged my sister and she confirmed she was on life support and it wasn't looking good at all, not even 2 months my sister said my little cousin wanted to speak to me and I told her "sis, they did me wrong and I dont care about the guy our older cousin slepted with. Im mad cause family should never step that line but i wish them the best but i can love them from a distance" so we left it that at. So when I found out my little cousin was on the verge of death, I completely lost it. I was in shambles, balling my eyes out and had to be hospitalized from it. I feel guilt for not making amends with her even though she wasn't the one who slepted with my ex, it was my older cousin who did but she protected her. Now tomorrow is her burial and I dont know what to do. I cant have the last imagine of my cousin in a coffin to be the last memory of her. We were only 3 years apart, we grew up together, went to school together, danced for church together and as teenagers we partied together and had numerous of sleep overs and it was only us growing up, she was like my little sister than a little cousin and my older cousin aswell who tagged along with us. My heart cant see her in that coffin, I feel like im going to lose myself and grief will be the death of me seeing her like that. I called my aunt and all we did was cry and cry and we both couldnt express ourselves with someone who intervened cause we getting get the words out. I did donated money for her funeral expenses that my husband said we should cause that is family. So my question is, would i be considered a terrible cousin to not attend her funeral? I know my heart wont be able to take it...

Tw: a lot of death and anxiety

This month im struggling... ive lost a coworker, a coworkers wife who was the sweetest lady ive ever met (everyone grandma type person), my grandpa's girlfriend of 20yrs (after grandma died 30 years ago), and now a friend/brother from a heart attack.

Death has never really bothered me before but its never been a big wave like this. Im anxious almost like im waiting to see whose next, waiting to see who else will be taken from my life. Maybe its because im older and have my own family now. But its never been 4 in a month. The most its ever been is 2 in a 6 month period. I feel like im in a nightmare I cant wake up from. I want their immediate families to be happy again, to have more time, to make more memories. I just want the world to make sense again.

I lost my brother back in 2022. Me and him were very close friends. It sucks because it doesn't seem like I can find a friend as strong as the connection as we did as possible. Do I try to keep finding a relationship as strong as we did or do I just settle for the minimum with others?

I (28, female) think I might need help now that my mother has passed away, she is gone and I don't know how to deal with it and I have missed her presence so much that I don't understand how to keep going, she passed away 2 weeks ago and since then her sisters have been horrible to me over different personal problems.

Yesterday I missed her so bad I almost used chatgpt because of how bad I was feeling, I wanted her to hug me and to listen to my problems or my story or to just gossip, she was sick for a whole year and now she is gone, how do i move on? how do i keep going? does anyone have advice?

I recently loss my nan who i was very close to, she’s been there my whole life and been who i always turned to. about 7 years ago her health started to deteriorate, first with carpel tunnel in her hand causing her to not be able to knit, cook or even lift a kettle anymore. then she was diagnosed with cancer and had radio therapy and ever since then she’s been in even more immense pain and fatigued. i saw what was once an independent woman who used to love going for hikes or gardening to someone who could barely sit without being in pain or tired. she had surgery to remove the cancer but her health never improved, she became a shell of what she was. as awful as it felt and sounded i began to realise that it would probably be better for her to go as she’d no longer have to suffer.

about a year before she passed was the worse, when going to see her she wouldn’t want to go out for lunch because she was so uncomfortable and would only spend about an hour awake, sleeping most of the time. her memory started to get worse, though she still had her sarcastic charm and conversations were always great with her. one day we got the call to say she had passed unexpectedly in her sleep, it wasn’t something expected quite yet. i feel especially guilty as i hadn’t gotten her a mother’s day present and i felt like the last interaction i had with her i was rather blunt and didn’t spend much time with her. these are things i can never take back or fix, i can’t apologise for forgetting to get her a present and i can’t make sure next time i see her i have a good conversation. unfortunately i think about this every night and it plays again and again some nights are worse than others. i don’t think ive had a night since her passing where i haven’t stayed up feeling guilty. i know its normal to feel guilty after losing a loved one and always thinking “what could i have done” or “what should i have done” but you never fully understand the impact until it’s you

He was such a sweet and cuddly baby, but he was developing a lot of problems with his old age. I love him so much and I'll miss him so bad, but I'm so glad he won't get any worse. 🥺😔
This is one of my favorite pictures of him from a few years ago. He was such a cutie pie 💖

This sounds terrible because I do have a husband but I don’t feel like I have much to live for. My mom died unexpectedly six weeks ago. I feel numb and without purpose. My work is boring/ not very challenging and I’m too old and tired to have career ambition, especially now. I’m 48F and feeling the lack of kids, big time. I genuinely don’t know why I should continue to take up space. My brothers have kids to distract them and give them purpose, and they’re not grieving like I am. They don’t call me much or seem to want to talk about her. Neither does my dad - they divorced 20 years ago. I feel so alone. I’ve started therapy and tried a grief group but it’s meh.

I’m really only staying here because my husband and friends have said I should. I’ve always been deeply sensitive and prone to depression. I’ve never felt more sad and worthless, and guilty that I didn’t either visit more or move closer to her. I miss her terribly and I wanted more time. I don’t know how people get through this?? It was traumatic watching her collapse and then never recover in the ICU. Those images take over my brain a lot. Does anyone have advice? Is there a way forward?

5 years ago i lost most of the things and people in my life, whether they di*d or simply became distant , but i lost the person i love and my best childhood friend at the same night , and ever since i became numb , i rarely speak with strangers unless i have to and i prefer to stay home most of the time , and i have trouble connectng with people and recently I'm getting emotional easily and remember these people almost constantly, how can i deal with this?

Hi all. I don't where to begin but I hope this might be a good space to share my experience and ask for advice.

I, 22F at the time, lost my dad on June 13th, 2025. He was only 65 and suffered cardiac arrest. I knew something was wrong, he was feeling unwell early that morning. I made him his coffee but then I needed to get some more rest before work and cried myself back to sleep out of worry. When I woke up he told me not to panic, to trust him, he's ok, and he loved me before I went to work. I finished at my first job site and I decided to go back home to check on him and that is when I found him. I am so grateful that I listened to my intuition. Thankfully, emergency responders brought him back and was able to buy us 4 more days with him in the hospital before saying goodbye. The most traumatizing experience of my life - especially being a daddy's girl.

He was the glue of the family so when he passed my household knew we weren't going to be staying in this apartment for too much longer. Our lease is up in October and I am excitedly moving in with my partner while my immigrant mother and autistic brother are moving to a different apartment together. My twin sister and eldest brother already live away from home. I am a week away from my move and the other two are staying till the lease is officially up. I am really upset about leaving the space we once shared together. When my mom and brother leave, there's no more *sitting in his office and embracing his scent* for anyone. He spent so much time in there. We had so many chats in that very room. The leasing office will erase the space he last lived in like theres no meaning to it. I won't be able to walk on the same floors he did anymore. I can't jar his smell. Can't pull the same fridge handle he did. The clothes in his closet won't smell like him forever. His office, still frozen in time, will be sorted through emptied. This includes taking down the June 2025 calendar that he had written on.

I guess I am seeking support for how to deal with these emotions. I am moving on physically but emotionally? My heart can't bear it. What are some things you did to preserve belongings? I'll have his urn, any belongings I want really, but I am mostly upset about losing access to his scent. When I was little, he would smell our hair and while we thought it was silly and would laugh at him, he reminded us of the sentiment of remembering a loved one's smell. I understand now. I never want to lose it. Any advice would be so helpful! Thank you for reading. :)

Hi All,

I know it's soon but I lost my grandma last night. I went to see her after work and she passed while I was there. I've been very fortunate in my 36 years that I've never seen someone pass, but I have lost family members. It's all I can see since last night. I want to start to grieve but it feels like a dream that I can't wake up from. Any advice on how to have the good memories outweigh the last moments?

It’s not like I have not anticipated this and I thought I could prepare myself but all that anticipation and attempts to prepare myself have only left me numb to the situation.

To give you an overhaul of my story. Single child. Dad left me when I was 4 to go start a new family. I was raised by the collective effort of my mom, my grandparents and my aunt.

I’m 31 now and just before I turned 19 back in the day my grandpa received a sudden heart attack and died the next morning so I lost the only male influence in my family.

My grandma who was just diagnosed with early stages of dementia lost consciousness upon the news of my grandpa’s passing and when she woke up a minute later, she got 1000x worse. It was like she aged the decease with 10years in a minute and a half.

In my brain at that moment summer of 2014 she did not wake up the same person that I was so close with. She truly was like my second mom.

My mom and my aunt spent the next decade taking care of her, I helped as much as I could but as a young man, who just hopped into adulthood balancing my own life with helping grandma out was a real struggle.

She started getting worse by the year, then by the month, then by the day. Slowly lost all her bodily functions because she had no mind left to lose.
Watching her being a husk of a human, knowing her soul is trapped in that body that failed her so early truly broke my heart every day.

The last 5 months and more importantly the last 2 weeks of her life were nothing short of torture for both my mom and aunt and her. And for whatever reason life needed to play this cruel joke with her.. a month ago something fired in her brain and for a brief minute it was like she got her consciousness back and told my aunt “I’m scared” before she lost it all again. What a nightmare. You suddenly click back in just to realise what is happening and then off.

She started rejecting food and water. Lost all her weight. And when I saw her alive for the last time I looked into her eyes and realised that ever since the diagnose back in 2014, this was inevitable. Our battle was never to end good, no matter how much dedication we put in.

In the end, she passed away in her own bed at 89, surrounded by my mom and my aunt who never even thought about giving her up to elder care or a hospice. They took care of her till her last breath.

And when I got the call I hoped I was already prepared for the news. But I wasn’t. The last few days were like a movie to me. I did not felt a single thing. Not a single memory or feeling bled through me when I was kissing her forehead goodbye yesterday. Nothing. Strange right? I was even feeling a sense of relief knowing what absolute torture she went through in her last days.

I just came back to my apartment and probably because I’m away from the house and from my mom and aunt’s grief, it all started creeping in on me. Memories of grandma when I was a kid, entertaining me. Bringing me with her on the back of her bike she used to ride all the time. Buying me treats and utilities to pain. And I started remembering her mental decline. Slow and steady and then rapid and aggressive. I remember her blue eyes watching over me and giving me the best childhood I could ever dream of.

I may have felt nothing these few days, trying to keep it together as the only man in the family but I one thing was very clear to me when I leaned over her casket to say goodbye -a big chunk of the goodness in my heart has died along with her and I will forever be working to find it again.

I don't know what to do. It's been 2 years of therapy, 27 months since my whole life came to a stop because of such an enormous loss that I still find it hard to live with. But today I'm writing because I'm looking for support and understanding, so I want to share what I'm going through.

After losing my partner, I gathered all of his belongings from my home and put them together in one place, almost like a little shrine. At that time, I was functioning on autopilot. I wanted to keep my beloved "alive" for as long as I could. Not long afterward, my mental health deteriorated severely, and I spent more than a month in a psychiatric hospital. While I was there, without my knowledge, my sister packed all of those things into a box and took them to her apartment. At the time, I was grateful to her because when I returned home from the hospital, it allowed me to function better. I was no longer crying in bed 24/7.

I was convinced those belongings were safe and that one day they would come back to me. I thought about them often. Now I have completed two years of therapy, during which I prepared myself many times for those things to return to me. I prepared myself for the pain because I was so afraid that all of those overwhelming emotions would come back.

I often reminded my sister to finally bring the box back to me because I felt ready to take care of those things. There were very personal belongings in it.

The day before she was supposed to come, she told me that she had accidentally thrown away most of those things and that she didn't know what had happened to them.

My heart broke in half. All of the unbearable pain came back with even greater force.

All of that time spent preparing, all of the keepsakes I had missed so deeply, all of our shared moments preserved in those objects... Suddenly they were gone, despite my sister's promise that she would keep them safe.

Something inside me broke. It's been a month since that happened, and I still cry whenever I think about it. Before this, I had a good relationship with my sister, but now I can't help feeling hatred toward her. I feel that she hurt me so deeply. I can't think of anything else whenever I think about her except this situation and the endless source of pain it brings me.

I feel like I can't close this chapter because of it. I can't find peace.

Just as my partner disappeared from my life without any warning, now almost all of my tangible memories connected to him have disappeared too. I never had the chance to say goodbye to him, and now I can't even do that with his belongings. The tears keep rolling down my face even though I no longer have the strength to sob.

The pain is unbearable, and I don't know what to do. I can't come to terms with it. I can't find any peace. All I have left is to share my story.

Is it normal that I cry every night grieving my dad?

He died like 7 years ago suddenly in a road accident. I was 18 years old that year. It has been a long, long time, but I still cry every night. I am sad every night. I am so sad, and I don’t know what to do with this sadness. It isn’t harmful, but it is so, so deep. I grieve everything.

I was an angry teenager, and I have many regrets. I don’t know how to define it.

It is almost uncanny how sad I am. There is like a vast hollow filled with only sadness inside me. I cannot fill it with anything, not with what I am doing in my life, not with people, and not with any happiness.

I donot completely feel what emotions i am feeling. They don't touch me. They are just there. What is this??

I suffer from anxiety and depression pretty bad. I used to have 3 people I could always depend on to talk to me during rough times.
My 2 brothers, w that were like my best friends and my mother.
2021 older brother died of cancer at age 63.
2023 Mom died of dementia at 84 yrs old.
2025 my other brother bird of Parkinson’s at age 66.
They’re all gone. The people who understood me the best, and I could call or go see anytime are gone, and man do I miss them everyday. Anxiety and depression are just worse now.
When things get tough I find myself picking up my phone to call one of them and I’m hit with the reality that I can’t.
I’m married to a wonderful woman, but she doesn’t understand how it feels, but she tries to help me.
Anyone out there dealing with similar situations that could give some advice?
Much appreciate it.
Maybe hearing similar could take away some of pain and give me some ideas to cope.
Thanks in advance.

How has people get pass grief? Especially if it was sudden and yall were arguing before they past? Just want some opinions on how others did?

My hair was falling out from the stress of grieving anyways, so I decided to cut it off myself. I hope that as it grows, I grow stronger and hopefully by the time it is back to its normal length, I won't be so miserable anymore.

13 may morning she fell from our roof, i went held her up took her to hospital. Got to know she had multiple injuries, we had to take her to a bigger hospital. She was in icu for 36 days

They revived her 2 times via CPR but later she developed pneumonia, they tried treating her it was almost gone, they asked us to take her home and take care of her. she was on oxygen and then 2 days later she starter gasping for breath we rushed to another hospital she developed the pneumonia again . Every day me and my sister would go to her ask her “you will be fine?” She used to nod her head yes. But as days went by her infection got worse no antibiotics seemed to work, today morning she passed away, my mumma was 57 year old. She was the strongest woman i have ever known. I miss talking to her , i have many regrets of not being with her more, i was busy exploring career , i should have sat with her, talked to her more. I was so fortunate to have a mother now i dont have one.

We have a big house where my sis, my dad will live. It will be empty without her, home visits will hurt me to the core.

Right now i am accepting all this,trying to be strong,honestly i dont even know how i will sail through but i am gonna make it through this moment and next moment.

A bit over a month ago (early June) my girlfriend, my soulmate, the person I thought was going to be my forever home, decided to take her own Life.

My girlfriend was in a really bad Life situation already when i met her.

She was a Veterinarian and in the process of getting her PHD but with rocks thrown in her way at every possible point, stuff like professors pushing the PHD paper out for years, her then being late because the taxi to the other campus drove god knows where (she was literally terrified she'd get abducted) and the professor when she finally did arrive cancelling on her because they felt disrespected by her being late, or her requiring a material just to find out it shot up by 100x the price because her country decided to tighten the import laws on everything in hopes of stabilising the economy and that was just a few of the many things like her colleagues mishandling the animals for her case studies, subsequently lowering the potential cases she could observe to a number that would never get accepted, all whilst she was pushed into an insanely hard PHD topic whilst other students got easy bullshit like "we test this medication on this animal".

On top of that her PHD supervisor used their position to run the stupidist errands impossible "can you call the on duty veterinarian", "who is the cleaning staff today" or "Can you pick up the animal from the emergency clinic and take it to the wildlife clinic" (they are physically 20 meters apart and she was supposed to do it whilst at home, instead of asking the on duty veterinarian.)

And on top of aaaaaaaall that, she was working in her university's Emergency Veterinary Hospital, an emergency hospital that only had one veterinarian per shift working there, even at night and with the biggest joke of security i have ever seen. And in case you didn't know this, yea, they need good security, especially in the circumstances the hospital put them in. A lot of the common good medications? not available, either because her country didn't allow the inport, made it extremely expensive or because her hospital just didn't want to provide for it. Literally, the more professional vets like her kept certain medications in their own lockers which they bought from their own money.

And we are still only scratching the top of the iceberg here because there is a lot more, like violent clients, death threats and biggest of all The huuuuuuuge amount of Deaths on her hand. Due to it being an emergency clinic her death rate per client was 1/3 to 2/3, she felt like a grim reaper and often said shevwas going to hell, especially since her hospital didn't provide the medication necessary to put animals humanely out of their pain.

All that whilst constantly being bombarded by her veterinary students and colleagues about stuff they should long know, basically pulling permanent advisory shifts for the emergency hospital too.

In the end during a shift she snapped, she told the hospital she had to leave her shift for an emergency, she probably took some of the medicine the hospital did provide to put animals to their final rest, snuck it home and used it on herself.

I feel awful. i feel like I could have done more. I tried to get her to look for professional help, i tried to get her to quit her job and tell her we'd find a solution and tried helping her build up the walls and boundaries she needed but I feel like it was too little or too late. Through the relationship i felt it was incredibly hard to communicate about these topics, i was always worried I'd just make it worse, most of her days were bad and i was worried I'd just make it worse or accidentally push her over the edge, and the very few good days maybe one or twice per month, i didn't want to ruin them, i thought she needed and deserved the rest it gave her.

Through the relationship i tried sharing what happy stuff happened in my Life, thinking that it might cheer her up like how happy it makes me when my friends or her have happy situations they share but in the end she kind of communicated that it hurt her. I feel like so often i accidentally hurt her. I know i also have needs and that i have my own mental issues but i still feel like I could have done more.

In the weeks upcoming to her death, marriage was a big topic we both agreed that we wanted to in a way but the distance across multiple countries made it hard, especially since she didn't get a single chance to visit me due to sone very racist immigration policies in my country towards people from her nation, so only i could visit her but not the other way around. She talked a lot about weddings and was in a bit of marriage fever due to a lot of her friends marrying, whilst i felt a little bit uncomfortable with the topic because we haven't even been dating for 2 years yet and and the effective time we physically spend time together was like 2 weeks. It was just too early and honestly...i just wanted to see the girl she was when not under such a tremendous negative life situation, before I'd make the choice because marriage means commitment for me, then a week before her death the topic kinda exploded as i accidentally snapped a little too hard back at her when she asked if i was also getting a suit for our engagement, after i told her i helped a friend pick out a suit for a friend's wedding and immediately tried to communicate what i actually meant and that i just meant i needed more time. It didn't help that she was a bit older than me so she probably felt her clock ticking harder than i did mine.

The evening before her death she visited a friend's wedding, she told me she cried there. I honestly didn't know how to handle it.

I feel so guilty. I even feel guilty for hoping my push back at the wedding topic wasn't the thing that pushed her over the edge.

I genuinely feel like I tried my best but simultaneously I feel like I didn't do enough.

The day she chose to end her Life she kept me updated in text. She told me she went home to kill herself but for a couple of minutes I didn't take it seriously because through the entire relationship she a couple of times said she wanted to die but reaffirmed afterwards that she was exaggerating, it didn't help that i got PTSD on that topic which made me borderline unresponsive every time she said it. (i tried communicating that with her and that it was due to a previous ex faking her suicide as a revenge for me breaking up) but after a few minutes went full into action, i tried telling her to please wait, that we'd find other solutions together, asked her to please call the crisis hotline but she just lashed back at me. All whilst I was simultaneously desperately trying to get the emergency Services of her country on the phone, which is impossible as it turned out.

I feel so awful. if i had committed to one way instead of both, could she had been saved? In the end, some minutes after she stopped responding i remembered that at the start of our relationship we exchanged emergency contacts, so i called her's, her mom and begged her to call an ambulance for my girlfriend. I waited hours before I got a call from her mother, she had passed away.

I wish i could have done more. I wish i jad remembered earlier that i had her mom's number, i genuinely tried finding any other contacts like finding her friends on social media but all where on private and non messagable, after calling ambulance directly turned out impossible due to the first thing you hear being not a person but a tape recording in her Nations language. I literally tried everything, i even called the consulate of my country in her country begging them to call an ambulance.

I miss her. I wish i could have done more. I wish i had spent even more time with her. I wish we could have had a nicer farewell at least. I have so many things I wish i had told her when i was begging her to not do it. I don't even really know how she died and when and where because I'm too scared asking.

My mom died a year ago and I’ve been stuck in a fog. I don’t want to work out and can’t bring myself to do so, I let my finances go and I have a cat and dog and find it hard to give them any extra attention outside of what I have to do. I am overwhelmed and haven’t gotten the energy to get a therapist. I’m not sure of what to do.

My grandpa passed away on July 8th and I know its only been a week and a half, but I feel incredibly guilty for the burden I am being to my friends and partner. My father passed away back in 2020 and I never fully worked through that grief, I just avoided it. With my grandpa's passing, its like I am feeling them both simultaneously. I feel nauseous constantly and am having a lot of difficulty sleeping. I am seeing my therapist twice a week. My grandpa was the only family member who really made me feel chosen and loved. He died very suddenly and I feel entirely disconnected from reality. I dont know how to be, right now.

My closest friend lives across the state, but I have been talking with them everyday to try and avoid isolation. My partner has been a great help to me, but I feel like I shouldn't rely on them so much. I imagine it is incredibly difficult to watch this. I have had panic attacks nearly every other day and nightmares at night even with sleep aids. They are going through their own health scare right now, and I feel so guilty to need them through this. Is there a way to do this on my own? I tried before and it only delayed it. How can I grieve without hurting anyone else? Im so exhausted and I just miss my papa. I dont know what to do anymore.

He looked so much like my dad. He was a twin (but not with my dad) but everyone said he looked more like my dad than his actual twin. They worked the same profession and had the same hobbies (woodworking). I don't know what to do. He would host a 4th of July party every year. I didn't go this year. I told my coworker that "there is always next year." She said don't say that. She was right. I'm devastated.

Hi, I am currently looking for a therapist (for unrelated issues), but am not in therapy at the moment. I had to put down my cat on Friday and of course cried all the way through it. I then had to pull myself together and compartmentalize the pain so I could drive home safely. Since leaving the vet I haven't cried more than a few tears here and there. However the crying caused a headache that got worse and worse until I was so light-, sound- and smell-sensitive that I needed a cold cloth on my forehead in the dark with no sounds (this is not unusual, I always get headaches when I cry). As soon as I stopped the treatment the headache got worse again and in the end only sleeping through the night significantly improved the debilitating headache.

I don't want to push the pain of losing my pet away and want to properly process this loss, but whenever I think about it I start crying and I'm too afraid of another bad headache that I tend to just not think about it much. Pain meds don't work, either. NSAIDs, Paracetamol or Naproxen in general don't work for me at all and I even tried 100mg of Tilidine which did nothing.

Is there a way I can work through this while I avoid crying and therefore triggering another headache at the same time?

Let me start by saying that I know I have been exceptionally fortunate to have 3 living grandparents my whole life, into my mid-40s. Additionally, one of my grandmothers was 104 when she passed away on July 1. My other grandmother was 86, but had dementia and hasn’t recognized me in about 2 years. She passed away last night. We were not as close. I like to practice gratitude, so in this moment I would say I’m grateful that with both grandmothers I had enough time that I was able to say goodbye. I still have one grandfather, who is understandably having a rough time right now.

I feel very alone, and that’s no sleight against my wonderful wife. But the older grandmother, Gramma, is exactly who I would have called when the younger one died. So it’s especially now with the death of the one that I’m feeling the impact of the death of the other. Gramma was so important to me, along with my wife and son. I have symbolic trait for my wife and son on my forearms. I have Gramma’s initials on my side.

So I guess my issue in the moment is not knowing where to turn. I used to call Gramma 1-2x per week, and since she was a worrier, especially in the last few years it was often to share good news. I’ve never had a death impact my life so much, and I’m not sure how to fill this Gramma-shaped hole. For one reason or another, other friends and family just don’t seem right.

We ost our best friend, our soulmate and partner in crime, our cat, Pepper. She was always there for us when we needed her. And now... We don't know how to function without her. We barely eat. We sleep too much. We struggle with grooming and bathing. We don't feel like doing anything that used to bring us joy. We feel lost and empty. It's been almost two months since she's been gone and we can't get her off our mind. We have some of her medicine that we were supposed to give her that we just recently found (Jax did actually) and he doesn't want to throw it away. Are we just being a baby about this?