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Cluless|1345319403|3253663 said:In 2 hours it'll be exactly 4 months that dad passed.......... gosh do I ever miss him................ people say it gets easier with time....... guess they lie...... there's this huge hole in my heart.........would do anything to see his face or hear his voice again........ how sad I only got to know hiim better the last 3 weeks of his life......... realized how I am more like him than I ever knew...... sorry, I just needed to get this off my chest didn't mean to bring anyone down............... thanks for letting me put this in writting...............time to dry off the tears and go start supper.
My grandmother was more like a mother to me than anyone. Since my mom is an alcoholic (recovering -- been alcohol free for something like 8 years!!!), I spent much of my time with my grandmother and she helped me with most of the mother/daughter stuff in life. Her house was my home.
She died of cancer 8 years 3 months ago.
I can't say that it "gets easier". It is more like you think about the painful parts less and remember more of the good times. I still break down in tears. I still miss her. I still get excited to call grandma and share when I get good news (it is so awful at these times to have to remember that I can't pick up the phone and call her ). I still sit and cry when I have a problem that "only grandma could help" and she's not just a quick drive away.
I've noticed over the last couple of years that I'm able to remember the good times we shared more than her final year of illness. I think about her as I decorate my kitchen and remember all of her great advice. Anyone who knew her could look around my house and see special little touches that I learned from her. I've even got a couple of my favorite pieces of art from her house. (It took me years (and I'm still working on it!) to not feel guilty when I thought about getting rid of something that was hers. I've still got boxes and boxes of stuff waiting for me to be ready.)
Cluless -- I've heard all the same stupid stuff too. From the day I lost my grandma, I have never said to anyone "The pain will go away" or "At least he/she isn't suffering anymore" or "At least you knew it was coming" -- people don't know what to say and for some reason they fall back to about the worst things possible. They mean well!
You will be okay. The pain doesn't go away. The hole will stay in your heart. But you will be okay!