I will begin to feel there may be a future, then CRASH! When I least expect it, I am knocked down again by churning waves of grief...loss and pain grabbing me by the feet and ankles, yanking me back into the riptide of a life I no longer feel the strength to endure.
Since my Mucy died on Thanksgiving evening 2018, I’ve had zero support from family, with an, “I’m so sorry for your loss.”, from a therapist.
I feel so deeply grief stricken about loosing her that I often wish I could have curled my body around her cold, lifeless little body, and been placed inside the furnace at the crematorium along with her. The only right place for me feels like it should still be with my Mucy.