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My mother's dad died. Now before all you soft hearted friend out there go sending me sad faces, I've met this man once and even my mother never talked about him TOO much. Still, its here dad and she's all beat up about it. She was searching for him on the internet and found his death certifcate. He's been dead for a half a year. Truthfully, its probably for the best she found out now instead of then, as my stepdad died around that time and my grandma (her mother) a year before that. A little speace probably actually helped. Not that I brought that point up.
She was pretty beat up about it, as she was looking for him. She wanted to see him again and decided she had sat around waiting for the right moment too long. Then she's looking and he's dea for over six months. She called me to let me know and I came to her. We went to a mall, the only place inbetween where we are that had comfort and space. A horirble place to talk about life with your grieving mother, but that's how it played out.
My mom says that she doesn't want to live anymore. Her past is gone and she has no roots. While I understand these concept she's speaking of, I have no idea what she's talking about. I tried to enter some postiive healthy thinking into it, point out that she still can grow roots and si actually doing so at this moment with her grandchildren. She said it wasn't the same, which is fair, and said I wasn't helping her.
I odn't understand my mom, and a lot of the time I hide behind the fact that she's mentally handicapped to not try. I tried, and at least was sympathetic. Shit, I don't know. Its hard to be around my mom in pain. I told her that I doubted anyone in the family would call me loving, but lovable. Maybe that' my isses peaking through.
She was pretty beat up about it, as she was looking for him. She wanted to see him again and decided she had sat around waiting for the right moment too long. Then she's looking and he's dea for over six months. She called me to let me know and I came to her. We went to a mall, the only place inbetween where we are that had comfort and space. A horirble place to talk about life with your grieving mother, but that's how it played out.
My mom says that she doesn't want to live anymore. Her past is gone and she has no roots. While I understand these concept she's speaking of, I have no idea what she's talking about. I tried to enter some postiive healthy thinking into it, point out that she still can grow roots and si actually doing so at this moment with her grandchildren. She said it wasn't the same, which is fair, and said I wasn't helping her.
I odn't understand my mom, and a lot of the time I hide behind the fact that she's mentally handicapped to not try. I tried, and at least was sympathetic. Shit, I don't know. Its hard to be around my mom in pain. I told her that I doubted anyone in the family would call me loving, but lovable. Maybe that' my isses peaking through.