I really enjoyed the piece. You're a great writer. I could relate to so much of it. You're so right about how there's just not much for middle aged people losing a parent. Everything I come across seems to be about children who have lost a parent, or someone who's lost a spouse. Like you said middle-aged people are expected to be self-sufficient and have families of their own. Unfortunately I'm neither of them oh, I had no one other than my mother and I'm currently unemployed.
I can even relate to you not driving as I'm one of those odd people that also doesn't drive. I got my driver's license 31 years ago at age 20 and have kept it up to date, but knew right away this was not an activity I wanted to engage in. I just found it so incredibly anxiety-inducing I just never really did it.
I also continue to find it difficult to think about anything other than my mom specifically the final six weeks. Almost everything I see triggers a memory of that period of six weeks or triggers a memory of when we were hopeful that things might be well. I can't seem to get out of that Loop. Two weeks after she passed I wish I could say it was getting better but today was probably the worst day ever. Having to cancel her credit cards and repeatedly tell the person on the other end of the phone my mom passed away while looking over her death certificate just bashed me in the head with the finality of it all. Anyway, just a great piece of writing. I thought it was really moving and was truly about to relate to it.
Thank you, ESM! You were my age when my mom passed away.
I know how it feels. Turning in my mom’s license plate. Cancelling her auto insurance. And since my mom had handled all the finances, I didn’t know if I was doing the right thing.
It’s really tough: I wish I could say it eases up quickly, but it doesn’t. It took me an entire year before I could begin to accept it and not cry every day. That first year anniversary was extremely difficult.
The sadness ebbs and flows. As time passes, there will be days when you can begin to feel happy. But when you’re stressed, all of the nostalgia hits you with full force.
Even now, it can be a struggle. I have to admit that sometimes I wind up feeling very depressed after writing a post because all the memories have been reawakened. Writing about her death was exhausting.
I really enjoyed the piece. You're a great writer. I could relate to so much of it. You're so right about how there's just not much for middle aged people losing a parent. Everything I come across seems to be about children who have lost a parent, or someone who's lost a spouse. Like you said middle-aged people are expected to be self-sufficient and have families of their own. Unfortunately I'm neither of them oh, I had no one other than my mother and I'm currently unemployed.
I can even relate to you not driving as I'm one of those odd people that also doesn't drive. I got my driver's license 31 years ago at age 20 and have kept it up to date, but knew right away this was not an activity I wanted to engage in. I just found it so incredibly anxiety-inducing I just never really did it.
I also continue to find it difficult to think about anything other than my mom specifically the final six weeks. Almost everything I see triggers a memory of that period of six weeks or triggers a memory of when we were hopeful that things might be well. I can't seem to get out of that Loop. Two weeks after she passed I wish I could say it was getting better but today was probably the worst day ever. Having to cancel her credit cards and repeatedly tell the person on the other end of the phone my mom passed away while looking over her death certificate just bashed me in the head with the finality of it all. Anyway, just a great piece of writing. I thought it was really moving and was truly about to relate to it.
Thank you, ESM! You were my age when my mom passed away.
I know how it feels. Turning in my mom’s license plate. Cancelling her auto insurance. And since my mom had handled all the finances, I didn’t know if I was doing the right thing.
It’s really tough: I wish I could say it eases up quickly, but it doesn’t. It took me an entire year before I could begin to accept it and not cry every day. That first year anniversary was extremely difficult.
The sadness ebbs and flows. As time passes, there will be days when you can begin to feel happy. But when you’re stressed, all of the nostalgia hits you with full force.
Even now, it can be a struggle. I have to admit that sometimes I wind up feeling very depressed after writing a post because all the memories have been reawakened. Writing about her death was exhausting.
But I know I have to go through with it.
Thanks for doing it. They're very helpful.