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Toasting one to you and yours tonight! I never met one of my grandmothers, she died when my dad was very young. And, the other actually lived with us for a while, immobile and mentally out of it. Taking care of her was a trip for a middle school aged kid, lifting her to get her bedpan, etc... She actually recovered mentally, but the physical side never came back. That is my last real memories of her.I think she had a pretty good death
I know that sometimes hospice care can last a long time, but she basically went
from ambulatory to unconscious in a couple of days.
she settled all her accounts with friends and family, got a blessing from the priest,
and slipped away
I should have hung around and tried to get the left over morphine....
I never thought of it that way.you know those nurses are getting fkn LIT UP after work...
Can confirm...father and grandfather passed last September, finally feeling normal after a few lapses with the whiskey man.I never thought of it that way.
She was really saying, "She finished the bottle!" (We were going to party tonight! fook!)
When my dad killed himself in the garage in the car, he took off all his clothes and folded them on the work bench.
My sister found a handful of Vicodin in his pocket and threw down the toilet.
I was like, "YOU NEVER THROW AWAY VIOCODIN! NEVER!"
I found a bunch of oxycondones hidden under the bathroom sink so I just took those with Redbulls and Vodka when we cleaned out their house.
What a job.
My older sister and I were like assassins. I finally found my talent.
You can do so much drugs and alcohol when you are grieving your parents' death.
A guidance counselor in College once gave me some words of advice that stuck with me when I was going through a bad breakup... whether its a breakup, or death of a loved one, you have to go through the pain. You will never be fully healed if you numb it or avoid it.Drugs and Alcohol certainly numb the pain, but it's always there when you come down, unless of course life has some fresh new hell planned for your hangover.
Been there done that.
It's just a temporary band aid. Stress/discomfort/pain is still there.Drugs and Alcohol certainly numb the pain, but it's always there when you come down, unless of course life has some fresh new hell planned for your hangover.
Been there done that.
Wait, they serve booze at wakes?Yeah, the grief/pain/anger needs to be faced for certain....and even when you deal with it, it can come back, but hopefully a little less.
That said, a little numbness can help buy some breathing room or at least make it feel like you aren't drinking from a firehose in the moment.
I mean, that is why booze is served at wakes......I would have been a wreck at the wake after I scattered Friend #1 ashes in the surf. When I had to talk with his parents at the wake, the last thing* his folks needed was their son's better friends blubbering while they thanked me (with tears in their eyes and quavering voice) for everything I had done. Those two pints had just enough numbing power to dull my higher emotional functions to let them express their (greater) grief without having to also cope with mine.
* - Please note that this is my interpretation of their needs.
Weddings and wakes = booze galoreWait, they serve booze at wakes?
Not really.you know those nurses are getting fkn LIT UP after work...
When you die everyone moves on with their life without you.I think we have some evolutionary wiring to deal with the death of loved ones, because that’s what has been happening since day 1.