Coping with grief — 3 Comments

  1. Immediately after my father died, we all came together as a family for a few hours to comfort each other, arrange the funeral etc. Then everyone left and I was alone, totally. It was the loneliest time of my life. I needed someone to share my grief but instead, I washed my curtains.

  2. Isn’t there a difference between deserting people and giving them space? I knew a man who lived on the Ards peninsula in Co Down. When his father died, the house was filled with people, every neighbour arrived. At three o’clock in the morning, he was just seeing off the last of them, feeling completely exhausted. As he stood at the front door, another car arrived, “Ah Sam”, said the new arrival, “I was out checking the sheep that are lambing and saw the light on so thought I might just as well call up”.

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