I am alone in my grief as well when I am with Mom. My husband is gentle and kind and allows me to grieve as I should when I travel back home (every 2 weeks). Dad passed 2 months ago and I am staying strong for Mom. Sharing with her is difficult because every memory is different for her and me. I was caring for him and she was his wife for 75 years. I support her now more than ever. She shares more about what she is going through with her sister than me. I am her daughter & caregiver and my role is so different. Praying for you as you grieve for your niece who was like a daughter to you. I am grateful for this group and so blessed I found it so soon after Dad’s passing.
Some day soon, perhaps in forty years, there will be no one alive who has ever known me. That’s when I will be truly dead – when I exist in no one’s memory. I thought a lot about how someone very old is the last living individual to have known some person or cluster of people. When that person dies, the whole cluster dies, too, vanishes from the living memory. I wonder who that person will be for me. Whose death will make me truly dead? ~ Irvin D. Yalom
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