My dad died this past July while my parents were travelling. It wasn't really unexpected, as he had a terminal lung disease, though none of us expected it to happen in Warsaw.
I was on the next plane to Poland, leaving my home and family with 3 hours notice. The entire time I was in Poland with Mom, dealing with the issues surrounding the death of a citizen abroad, Mom didn't ask me how I was doing. She was too upset and needy. I get it. It was just really, really, really hard.
Then, I came home and I had to become adult and shoulder for my 5 year old. Both of my in-laws died in 2005 (they were quite a bit older), so from her perspective, her grandparents just keep dying.
Well, now we're in January. My mom just moved in with us and she's watching the kids while I go back to school. My daughter talks about my dad every day, and frequently cries about him. My mom is, of course, still mourning. She's got pictures of him in her room, and many times a day, she'll say how much she misses him, or she'll get teary. I don't begrudge them their reactions. I am as supportive as I can be.
But still, no one asks me how I am.
Mom thinks I need to get my daughter into grief counselling. I don't know if she's right, but I don't know what someone SHOULD expect from a small child who has lost 3 people in less than 2 years. I'm hesitant to take her to any sort of counselling where she'd be dealing with other kids' even more intense experiences. Last thing in the world I need her to do is realize that not only do grandpas die, but sometimes, so do mommies and sisters and brothers!
I guess this is mostly a rambling rant. I miss my dad. A lot. I feel like I can't grieve because I need to be strong for my daughter, or I'm busy trying to support my mother. The only 'good' thing about ALL of this is that Dad died on his terms. He didn't sit at home, staring at his four walls. He died doing what he loved and didn't let his illness keep him from truly living until the end. But just because I don't feel like I have to mourn the actual circumstances of his death doesn't mean I don't miss him a lot.
There's nothing left for me.
I was on the next plane to Poland, leaving my home and family with 3 hours notice. The entire time I was in Poland with Mom, dealing with the issues surrounding the death of a citizen abroad, Mom didn't ask me how I was doing. She was too upset and needy. I get it. It was just really, really, really hard.
Then, I came home and I had to become adult and shoulder for my 5 year old. Both of my in-laws died in 2005 (they were quite a bit older), so from her perspective, her grandparents just keep dying.
Well, now we're in January. My mom just moved in with us and she's watching the kids while I go back to school. My daughter talks about my dad every day, and frequently cries about him. My mom is, of course, still mourning. She's got pictures of him in her room, and many times a day, she'll say how much she misses him, or she'll get teary. I don't begrudge them their reactions. I am as supportive as I can be.
But still, no one asks me how I am.
Mom thinks I need to get my daughter into grief counselling. I don't know if she's right, but I don't know what someone SHOULD expect from a small child who has lost 3 people in less than 2 years. I'm hesitant to take her to any sort of counselling where she'd be dealing with other kids' even more intense experiences. Last thing in the world I need her to do is realize that not only do grandpas die, but sometimes, so do mommies and sisters and brothers!
I guess this is mostly a rambling rant. I miss my dad. A lot. I feel like I can't grieve because I need to be strong for my daughter, or I'm busy trying to support my mother. The only 'good' thing about ALL of this is that Dad died on his terms. He didn't sit at home, staring at his four walls. He died doing what he loved and didn't let his illness keep him from truly living until the end. But just because I don't feel like I have to mourn the actual circumstances of his death doesn't mean I don't miss him a lot.
There's nothing left for me.










boy do I understand this! I've always been the rock. Or, if I'm not, I'm expected to be.



