OT - a site dedicated to my son

On Sat, 02 Apr 2011 00:05:49 -0400, Cheryl
wrote:


That's wonderful! How did you find out about it?

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Today's mighty oak is just yesterday's nut that held its ground.
 
On 4/3/2011 2:44 PM, Jean B. wrote:

Thanks Jean. I just relived the night he died after sending that link
to someone at work who wanted to know more about him. I got to talk
more about it. I need to talk more about it. I can actually talk about
it without completely breaking down now. I used to feel guilty if I
didn't always cry about it but I'm learning now that I can talk about it
and not HAVE to cry. But talking about it even now is still good to do.
I'm not sure if that made sense.
 
"Cheryl" wrote


It made a lot of sense. We have to move on after a loss, but we don't ever
want to forget the person lost. Healing can be slow and painful, but
talking with good friends helps.
 
it made perfect sense, one of the biggest wrongs associated with the death
of a loved one, is the code of silence around the greiving person, the
general population simply don't bring it up and ignore the pain the greiving
person is in, when by simply asking, how are you coping, would do so much
good, let the person talk and help the healing of an oohh so deep wound, Lee
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On Apr 4, 7:52?pm, "Ed Pawlowski" wrote:

My wife's aunt and uncle maintain a stand dedicated to their son's
memorabilia to this day, almost 40 years after he was run over by a
drunk teenaged girl. A framed picture they snapped of him opening up a
present hangs from their tree every Christmas.
 
On Mon, 04 Apr 2011 22:12:40 -0400, Cheryl
wrote:

It did. I don't know how I'd be able to go on if one of my kids
died.... especially before they were completely off on their own with
families of their own. Now that they have families, I'd have their
children. But I don't know what I would have done before that.

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Today's mighty oak is just yesterday's nut that held its ground.
 
On Mon, 04 Apr 2011 16:45:08 -1000, dsi1
wrote:

It's different when you have a family of your own. My husband was
young when his parents died. His siblings were all older and had
their own families. He took his parents death a lot harder than they
did, mainly because he didn't have his own family for support.

I miss my mother, but I wasn't melancholy for more than a couple of
weeks after her demise. I had a family, it was just before christmas
and life goes on. I'm not one of those people who lets a parent's
death wreck a major holiday for the rest of my life. Actually, hubby
is the same way. His mom died around New Years, but he's fine too.

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Today's mighty oak is just yesterday's nut that held its ground.
 
On 4/4/2011 7:55 PM, sf wrote:

I did have a wife and child at the time. My brother, who was 19 at the
time took it the hardest. My father and older brother and I were
bedrocks and never really grieved. My younger brother grieved and
probably continued to grieve when he returned back to his school in
Indiana to finish out his semester. I can only imagine that it must have
been a most difficult semester.

My depression came out of the blue at a pretty good time of my life for
no particular reason. I can't say what that was about but when I think
of my mom now it is with fondness and gratitude and no regrets. That
probably, is that best outcome one could have.
 
On Mon, 04 Apr 2011 22:25:04 -1000, dsi1 wrote:


Hubby was 19 too! Yes, it was hard on him. Mainly he was angry with
the (military) Doctors who told his mother she had indigestion and
didn't find the cancer until it was too late.

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Today's mighty oak is just yesterday's nut that held its ground.
 
In article ,
sf wrote:


I was the oldest. Although my sister was a little younger (maybe 20),
she was married and had moved to England (her husband was in the
military). My wife and I got married at 22 and moved to California.
Our mother died less than a year later, in Washington State, where she
had always lived since moving to the US when she was 25. But it was
very hard on my brother, who was still a sophomore in high school. My
father was a difficult person sometimes, and mom was what held
everything together.

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Dan Abel
Petaluma, California USA
[email protected]
 
sf wrote:

When my grandson died of leukemia at 6 it was terrible. Far worse on my
daughter of course. Having a display of pictures and some of his items
as a part of the family pictures helps. Year by year it gradually goes
from the sorrow of missing him to the pleasure of remembering him.
Very slow process. It's taken longer than he was alive.


Very different than when someone old dies. As folks age we start to
expect it and become prepared for it.
 
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