tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13846568.post965877833409403729..comments2023-07-13T08:39:21.736-05:00Comments on Everyone is entitled to my opinion: *sigh*Jenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11024071754031560340noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13846568.post-16700163501975791002010-05-20T09:38:33.788-05:002010-05-20T09:38:33.788-05:00I hope you will remove that from your list of worr...I hope you will remove that from your list of worries because there is no correct answer...there is no set time period when the grief will subside to the point where we think we can breath normal again, it's different for everyone.<br /><br />I was so lost, I actually had to go to counseling after the death of my stepfather. After three months of pouring out my brain to her, about everything...not just his death...and countless buckets of tears, I finally felt like I could manage myself. That learning experience with her really helped me cope on my own when my sister died. <br /><br />Unfortunately, life is never the same again. And the sadness usually comes rushing back at the most unexpected moment...but time does help numb the pain. :hugs:Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13846568.post-82262451852071533892010-05-16T15:50:21.950-05:002010-05-16T15:50:21.950-05:00I thought I had posted earlier to tell you in my e...I thought I had posted earlier to tell you in my experience, it takes a year to heal the wound of a death,and then the person never is really gone, but lives on inside of us. Thirty-eight years since the death of my first husband at 45,I think anew of him on each birthday. Bless you.Reading up a stormhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15626014522092236267noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13846568.post-41037793242604056352010-05-14T13:22:50.502-05:002010-05-14T13:22:50.502-05:00I don't know who Kris is to you - a child? My ...I don't know who Kris is to you - a child? My experience of losing a husband when I was 44 is that it takes a year to get going again. I was so angry at his death that I went for counseling and that helped. It also helped to write letters to the one that is gone. I even wrote a series to my dog who ran away. <br />Just don't suffer in silence, be kind to yourself.Reading up a stormhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15626014522092236267noreply@blogger.com