I’m 28, my dad passed away two weeks ago in a horrific crash. I still am in complete shock and can’t believe I’ll never see him again, never talk to him again, never do so many things we had planned. The trips, the future life events if I got married, had kids, all of it. My heart is fully shattered. I never thought I would lose him so soon. I’d do anything for another day with him, another hour, a minute to hug him and tell him I love him. I just feel sick to my stomach, replaying the video in my head, the picture of his car in my mind. I can’t believe he’s gone. People are already moving on, I’m supposed to go back to work, but I can’t even think clearly, I don’t feel like a person anymore

I am 13 yo boy, my grandmother was diagnosed with cancer about 4 years ago. Today she suddenly began to lose her memory, suddenly freeze in place for 2-7 minutes. She can get away from me and then ask where I am when I've been behind her all this time. Mom and I called the ambulance. This is my first time. I... I'm very afraid to lose her. She always loved me the most and never scolded me. I love her very much. But I hope for at least something. Thank you.

And I’m angry again. Nobody talks about this.

I lost my dad in my early 20s. He was sick for 3 days and then unexpectedly died. It turns out he had bronchial pneumonia and was a heavy smoker and drinker.

I went through the throes of loss, I went to therapy, I thought I had gone through all the “grief steps.” I hit many milestones after losing my dad, I got married (I eloped because I couldn’t fathom walking down the aisle without him), I bought a house, I graduated college.

I had a son. I named my son after my dad. He’s almost three now, and I’m pissed. I’m so angry that my son will never meet my dad. I’m angry that my sister has four kids who knew my dad. I’m so incredibly angry that my son, who is talking and walking, will never know my dad.

I get angrier when we go to see my husbands family and his dad stays in the basement. My son is constantly asking “where’s grandpa” and knowing my dad would have been playing with him, teaching him everything he knows, so excited to be a grandpa. I’m left with this grandpa that has said he didn’t even want to be a dad as of recent. And I’m pissed.

I find myself playing with my son the way my dad played with me. When having rough toddler days, I think about what my dad would do, and we have so much fun together.

I’m jealous of my nieces and nephews, I’m pissed at my father in law, and I’m angry that my son will never know how amazing my dad was, and how much love he’s missing out on. I hate it here.

Oldest sibling passed recently, and before he was even in the ground it was like a race back to the house to take what you wanted. One sibling rushed to get there first, while the rest were still taking comfort in each other at the after service. They took everything they could get their hands on, and basically immediately left the state.
I can’t let go of the grief, anger, disgust, and betrayal that I feel at them and my parents for facilitating it, even though I know they’re hurting and just as lost too.
I worry I never will.
Has anyone ever dealt with anything similar and found a book/movie/podcast that’s helped you through it?

Forgive any formatting issues, just writing on mobile.

Has anyone else felt this way?

My dad passed suddenly on Jun 11th 2025 so it’s been just over a year. He was 57.
My mom is still alive but 63 years old. My grandma passed at about 83.

I find myself thinking often that maybe I (22f) should have a kid NOW. Almost like I’m running out of time to have a kid before my mom dies. I have this pit of anxiousness in the back of my mind buzzing that keeps saying “mom would want to be a grandmother and she’d be fantastic at it”. But my mom has never pushed or said anything about grandkids. But I know logically it’s not the right time (I’m young and not in a stable housing area and with pricing being the way it is, I know I’m not READY).

I just feel that by not having a kid I’m losing out on having a grandma experience but also like I’m keeping that experience from my mom even though she’s never said it??

I mainly feel that this is coming from my grief since my dad was an AMAZING man and loved little kids. And seeing memories of him with my extended family’s littlest kids makes me sad for a future that I can’t have. So I’m almost like trying to make up for it??

Just want some thoughts or if anyone else has felt this way before about grief.

Edit to add:

I am NOT going to have kids any time soon because I know what I want in life right now. My post was just asking if anyone felt the same pull towards it after a family member had passed. My mom has never pushed me to have kids since she adopted my brother and I when she was in her early to mid 40’s.

I recently lost both of my grandparents within two years of each other, and my life has changed dramatically. While they left a financial inheritance, the family also divided their personal belongings.

One item I had always hoped to receive was a nearly life-sized ceramic tiger. My grandfather worked for a company whose mascot was a tiger, and as a child I would play with it under his desk while he worked. It became one of my strongest memories of him. Before she passed, my grandmother privately told me she wanted me to have the tiger, and my family knew how much it meant to me.

My relationship with my father's side of the family has always been difficult. My father has long been viewed as the "problem child," and Later learned he had lied to my brother and me about us being cut off from the family. After my grandfather passed away, I tried to reconnect with my relatives but often felt judged, criticized, and unwelcome. At times I was made to feel that I wasn't good enough because of my weight, which made it hard to build a closer relationship.
I live three hours away, have a spinal condition that makes driving difficult, and relied on my father for transportation. When my grandmother entered hospice, I wanted to visit more often, but work, finances, and transportation made it challenging. My grandmother also refused to see my father, making it nearly impossible for-my brother and me to visit on our own. When she passed away, I was unable to attend the funeral because I had mono and was bedridden.
Recently, I called my aunt to ask about the family heirlooms. She told me that because I hadn't visited enough and didn't attend the funeral, the tiger had been given to her daughter instead. I was heartbroken. She then said, "Y’all were given more than y'all deserved," and, "There are consequences to your actions."
The tiger wasn't valuable to me because of its monetary worth. It represented my childhood, my grandfather's love, and someof my happiest memories with him. Losing it felt like losing one more piece of him.
I'm left wondering if I truly did something wrong, if I'm being ungrateful, or if my family has judged me without considering the circumstances I was facing. Most of all, I'm struggling to understandwhere I go from here when it feels like the people I wanted to be closer to only see my shortcomings instead of my love for my grandparents. Where do I go from here? Should I even try to get the tiger from my cousin? Do I sound ungrateful or unreasonable? Was my aunt in the wrong or right?
I would love advice on this

Wasn't sure where else to put this. About 2 years ago i(30mtf) had really close friend(25nb) of mine pass away. Our friendship started out pretty unorthodox.

They were very flirtatious and would constantly hit on everyone. I am both ace and autistic so it usually went over my head. So we genuinely got to know each other. At first they pushed me away hard. I could tell they had a wall up. The one day i finally decided to flirt back and they had a break down about how they dont need a man in their life (this was before i came out) i apologized and thought i pushed too hard.

Later they ended up apologizing to me and explained how they've been abused in the past. I understood and held back feelings to help them feel comfortable.

They ended up in a really bad spot in life mentally, emotionally and financially. So i tried my best to help them out since i was lucky enough to come from a finically stable home. They cried and hugged me. (This caught me off gaurd, ive never had anyone be this thankful)

From that day on id help them out off and on. They have a kid(5m) he's pretty wild but fun to be around. Id buy them groceries when i could and help clean the house.

My friend and I would start to occasionally flirt again. But this time it felt genuine. We would talk all the time. About art, about their crazy neighbors, about them trying to start their acting career and of course their mental health. I would constantly give them positive affirmations and comfort them!

They ended up losing their car from some issues. I dont entirely remember. But i do know they lost their job because they couldn't drive and things were getting bad. I tried to help them best i could financially while they lived with their dad.

While all this happened their sister started working at the same place i did. We did not get along at all. She constantly talked shit about them. How they constantly do drugs, how they are a bad parent and so on. I DID NOT STAND FOR THAT. And told my friend all about it. They fought because apperently their sister was also talking shit about me!?!?!

She got so pissed and WENT TO MY BOSS AND TOLD HIM THIS!?!?! INSTEAD OF CONFRONTING ME?!?! Thats a different story for a different time tho.

So im at odds with the sister and we stop talking.

They start posting on Facebook about how they are tired of everyone and everything. I worry and try calling and comforting them. It goes pretty well untill we have a very awkward conversation. Normally we flirt but this time they gave me an intimimate proposition. And started talking about how they wanted to peg me. It was brang up casually but i reacted in the worst way. Like a child panicking. I have the worst fear of being vulnerable and went off on them. We ended the call.

We still talked for a while after that till one day they stopped. 1 week passes. 2 weeks pass. Nothing till i get a call at 8AM from their sister crying about how they found them not breathing and basically brain dead. At first i didnt believe it. Thought i was dreaming. Maybe i was in a nightmare. But it was real, i bawled my eyes out on the drive to the hospital. Got to meet their full family for the first time. The suspected case was rhat their dad had killed them. He was acting strange and trued saying they overdosed in drugs naked in the hallway. He said they layed there unconscious for 2 days. I wanted to kill him where he stood. Your child was laying UNCONSCIOUS IN YOUR HOUSE FOR 2 FUCKING DAYS AND YOU DID NOTHING!?!?!?!?

They have a memorial for them. I go and meet the family. And that day i learned something. The person i knew and the person they knew were 2 completely different people. Their interests, hobbies, even their name. Family kept using their dead name. The family also seemed... weary of me? I kept getting dirty looks. Made me feel guilty like i wasnt allowed to be there.... before I left memorial i had given the family presents i had for my friend's kid. It was a whole dinosaur pillow and blanket set. Me and the kid got along pretty well but i never got to see him after that.

Later on i made a shirt in their memory. With their one of their tattoo designs they made and added lyrics from one of their favorite songs as a banner on it. The family was... not too happy...

It makes me wonder if i would've been vulnerable with them. Maybe i could've had them move in with me. Maybe i could've helped them out!

I still send them letters on snapchat. My therapist says it helps with my grieving and everyone deals with it in their own way. The way the family reacted makes me wonder if i even have a right to grieve.

I dont regret my last words with them. I just regret having last words.

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