So I lost my Dad in April, after a slow, steady decline in mobility, breathing, etc. Unfortunately, his life at the end sucked. Hospital stays, plans for stents, rehab to get stronger to get the stents. He never made it past that stage. I hate that my final memories of him are in that rehab, robbed of all dignity, being changed by nurses, slouched in a hospital bed. A week after my visit, and coincidentally, the day he was supposed to come home, I got the call from my sister. Days later, the whole event transpired. Funeral home, open casket (ugh), grief. My mom and my sisters needed the whole process, I thought. But not me.
About 10 days later, our friend passed from cancer. We knew it was coming. My wife and I saw him the day before. Wheelchair bound, skeletal, but at home and in…decent spirits. We were on his porch and we could see the hole on his property where he would eventually end up. Next day, I got the call. I had to assemble the predetermined burial team. BUT…I was also needed to move him from his recliner into the room where Hospice would clean and prepare the body. So I went and helped. I saw my dead friend. Eyes open, mouth agape. And I helped him. And then a few hours later, our friends gathered, hugged, and moved him to his resting place. All legal, by the way. Different process than my Dad, but a good one. Folks needed it. But not me.
And I’ve been fine. And then today, I lost it. I had to call my Mom and tell her that I couldn’t make the drive for Mother’s Day because of this shitty weather. And that did it. Niagara Falls, Frankie Angel. I was a wreck. And she consoled me. Told me how she dealt with sudden grief. And I was glad to hear it.
Grief is a motherfucker. It sneaks up on you when you’re feeding your cat or taking a shower. I’m glad I’ve finally felt it “for real” because I’ve got a greater respect and I feel more empathy for people who have to deal with loss.
That’s it. Thanks for reading.
EDIT: I wanted to add thanks for kind words and also to add that folks should feel free to add their own experiences, anecdotes, fucked up death or near-death experiences, and methods for dealing with all of the above. Sadness need not necessarily apply.