If you pour more liquid into an over-filled glass, it simply spills over.
My grandmother just died. She was wise and loving, and so very giving. She lived a long life, and I will miss her. Yet, I am so consumed by the loss of my son, that I’m struggling to properly grieve for my Nana. There just isn’t any room.
It’s been six months since my son died and I’m not sure the pain will ever go away.
A good friend of mine told me that the six month mark can be one of the most difficult points in the grieving process. Most other people have gone back to everyday life and are no longer constantly thinking about the person who died – and they expect that the grieving family will be experiencing the same thing. But the family is still in the relatively early stages of grief, made worse by the expectation that they too should be functioning normally.
I know I can’t expect the world to stop – just because mine did. I just want people to remember him; I need to know that he still matters even though he is gone.