ineffectualdemon replied to your post “¦dealing with death is weird because i don’t know how to act. there’s...”
Grief is weird. I didn't feel guilt when my grandfather died but it sent me into a very bad mental health state. When my uncle and grandmother died I was still sad but managed to cope better. One thing I have found though is mark anniversaries of the death on your calendar. Because even though it'll be 10 years this October I always consciously forget when my grandfather died but still unconsciously get depressed at the end of Oct because of my Grandfather's death.
Keeping it in the calendar means I can look and go "oh yeah that's why"
But no one can or should be grief ridden and sad 24/7. You are allowed to feel happy sometimes and it's normal and healthy to be so. But yeah grief is weird and makes you feel weird and every death affects you differently depending on your relationship with the deceased
Lastly you're important to and I'm so sorry you're having to go through this and I'm very sorry for your loss
I think I’m used to him not being here because we spent a long time of our lives being separated due to our dad and his fucked up ways of thinking. So my brother wasn’t always around but at least I knew he was there and I had the chance to see him whenever I could. Then I lived with him really closely for two years and while that was an experience of its own, it reminded me of when we were kids and it was just us and our mother.
We were the three musketeers because it was us against the world but we had each other.
I guess I’m in that mindset of he’s gone but he’s going to come back or I can go and visit him. It all doesn’t feel real yet and I’m dreading the day that it does because it’s not going to be...good at all.
I really miss him but we have two anniversaries. The day that he was buried and the his birthday which is a month apart. So he’s going to be remembered because he was loved so so much and it’s not fair but...what can you do?
Thank you so much and all I can do is keep pushing on while reminding myself that it’s okay to grieve the way in my own way.