Ruminations on dealing with the big D.

[adderslj]

Hi there. Long time no see. Sorry about that, but been kinda busy, you know? Lots of writing on at the minute. Took a special project that was close to my heart and most of my screen time was devoted to that. What else have I been up to? Well, I went to visit my Mum. She's doing OK, although she has her down days.

I read a very interesting article in the paper at the weekend, though, which put forward the idea that we no longer know how to deal with grief. Once upon a time, there was a period of mourning, and you wore black or a black armband. Everyone could see that you felt like shit and that you were miserable. You were allowed a decent period of time to wallow in it and then you moved on. It's been nearly six months since Dad died. I still miss him terribly, and I'm going through a bad patch right now. It'll pass, I know, but how much am I allowed to let it affect me now? How much can I talk about it at the moment? The rules have gone. I'm confused.

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Comments

Grieving...

[tryptophan.livejournal.com]

Talk about it as much as you want; if it helps you, talk about it. Rules about grieving get so silly. Yes, life does go on but there will be certain times or situations that just bring back all the pain of losing your dad. You'll work through those and come back out to a more even keel. *hug*

[emiliejolie.livejournal.com]

Good to see you back, Adam!

I commend you to the fullest for plowing forth and living your life in the face of such a loss. As long as you don't let the world stop, and I can see that you're not, you don't have to try and keep the sadness from affecting you. Your intuition will tell you when or when it isn't right to become shaken (right = at home at the end of the day, wrong = in the middle of an important meeting), and at some point, it becomes natural.

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