I’ve spoken about grief over losing someone at length. This blog has been cathartic for me in dealing with the loss of my Great-Grandmother.
Today has been a “bad day” for me – it feels like Nanny has occupied my head space since the moment I woke up.
I wish there was a time limit for grief. You know, someone who says “Hey! 6 months, and you won’t hurt anymore.”
I really want there to be a definite time when so I can say “It’s only going to hurt for this much longer” – instead of this limbo where I am fine for weeks on end, and then Bam! A lady walks past wearing perfume that smells like cat piss and I’m a blubbering mess.
I want to know when it’s going to stop hurting. Vague answers of “when it does”do nothing for me. They make me angry. My thoughts make me sad.
I just want answers.