My grandaughter died 4 weeks ago yesterday, and for the most part I'm fine and my daughter is fine, mostly.
BUT, I'm struggling with the fact that sometimes I get sad, like when the medical bills come in, or I go by the nursery and it looks so empty, or when my daughter says she went to the cemetary to talk to her and wishes she still had her etc etc.
I'm really struggling with how insenstive some people are (my DH's family mostly). I feel like if I mention it or try to talk about it I get the feeling that they wished I was OVER IT already. I don't really even talk about it that much. I can't freakin help it, I can't act like it didn't freakin happen. I'm tired of faking a smile to keep from annoying someone, I'm holding back from saying something ugly.
I cry over a chick with splayed legs not making it, or an animal hit by a car. Of course I'm going to get sad over a baby dying. Dangit what is wrong with this world. What the heck have people come to?
I hurt for my daughter, I hurt when I remember all the little needle pokes on the baby's arms, and I hurt when I think of her first cry, I hurt when I think of the booties and baby book that covered up in the attic with the flowers from her funeral.
just needed to vent, long day at work, and would rather type it here than blow up on unamed people at my house........
BUT, I'm struggling with the fact that sometimes I get sad, like when the medical bills come in, or I go by the nursery and it looks so empty, or when my daughter says she went to the cemetary to talk to her and wishes she still had her etc etc.
I'm really struggling with how insenstive some people are (my DH's family mostly). I feel like if I mention it or try to talk about it I get the feeling that they wished I was OVER IT already. I don't really even talk about it that much. I can't freakin help it, I can't act like it didn't freakin happen. I'm tired of faking a smile to keep from annoying someone, I'm holding back from saying something ugly.
I cry over a chick with splayed legs not making it, or an animal hit by a car. Of course I'm going to get sad over a baby dying. Dangit what is wrong with this world. What the heck have people come to?
I hurt for my daughter, I hurt when I remember all the little needle pokes on the baby's arms, and I hurt when I think of her first cry, I hurt when I think of the booties and baby book that covered up in the attic with the flowers from her funeral.
just needed to vent, long day at work, and would rather type it here than blow up on unamed people at my house........
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