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amberdreams) wrote2015-05-11 07:12 am
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Downer post - no squee here
Warning - not a happy post. Personal and stuff so don't read if you are looking for upbeat me.
Coming down…
I was ok over the weekend most of the time but I did have a meltdown yesterday morning. I went to the coffee lounge with Orlando Jones (who is, by the way, a fascinating, funny and really sweet chap), and he was talking about accents and voices. He started saying his Dad had the most ridiculous way of speaking – really fast and stuttering, and it always made him laugh because half the time he couldn’t understand a word his Dad was saying. It was a funny story but for some reason I had a gut reaction to it and was tearing up. Luckily I managed to squish down the urge to cry and thought I was back in control. However, I then bumped into jj and Alison in the hotel foyer, and June asked how I was doing. I started explaining I’d felt a bit emotional in Orlando’s lounge and bam! I was sobbing. Fucking embarrassing, right in the middle of the hotel.
Funnily enough, people probably thought I was just getting hysterical about J2 (their photo shoot was going on at the time) – because the corridors were littered with weeping women.
I am dreading the funeral. To be perfectly honest, I don’t see how an occasion that you know will be fucking traumatic and gut-wrenching will somehow make you feel better afterwards. I don’t get this ‘saying goodbye’ business. I already did that in hospital while he was still breathing and maybe could hear me and that was far more important that sitting there with a bunch of people, at least some of whom are kind of there to see the family grieve in public.
I understand that other people need to say their goodbyes, and I do want to hear people say nice things about Dad, of course I do – BUT I know tomorrow I probably won’t be able to take any of that in, or fucking remember it either. In a way, I’d rather do the whole Speaking for the Dead performance in a year’s time, that would make more sense to me.
So yeah. Dreading it.
Coming down…
I was ok over the weekend most of the time but I did have a meltdown yesterday morning. I went to the coffee lounge with Orlando Jones (who is, by the way, a fascinating, funny and really sweet chap), and he was talking about accents and voices. He started saying his Dad had the most ridiculous way of speaking – really fast and stuttering, and it always made him laugh because half the time he couldn’t understand a word his Dad was saying. It was a funny story but for some reason I had a gut reaction to it and was tearing up. Luckily I managed to squish down the urge to cry and thought I was back in control. However, I then bumped into jj and Alison in the hotel foyer, and June asked how I was doing. I started explaining I’d felt a bit emotional in Orlando’s lounge and bam! I was sobbing. Fucking embarrassing, right in the middle of the hotel.
Funnily enough, people probably thought I was just getting hysterical about J2 (their photo shoot was going on at the time) – because the corridors were littered with weeping women.
I am dreading the funeral. To be perfectly honest, I don’t see how an occasion that you know will be fucking traumatic and gut-wrenching will somehow make you feel better afterwards. I don’t get this ‘saying goodbye’ business. I already did that in hospital while he was still breathing and maybe could hear me and that was far more important that sitting there with a bunch of people, at least some of whom are kind of there to see the family grieve in public.
I understand that other people need to say their goodbyes, and I do want to hear people say nice things about Dad, of course I do – BUT I know tomorrow I probably won’t be able to take any of that in, or fucking remember it either. In a way, I’d rather do the whole Speaking for the Dead performance in a year’s time, that would make more sense to me.
So yeah. Dreading it.
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I wish I could offer something in the way of comfort, but I understand exactly what you're saying. All I can say is we will all be thinking of you, and I just wish I could do more than offer a virtual hug. But if you ever need to bend someone's ear, I'm here to listen.
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I said goodbye to my dad the day before he passed and the day of his passing I didn't really cry. But I mostly bawled my eyes out at the funeral a week later and I think it was mainly the fault of the music that was played. I mean, ever since I realised how old my dad was, I had been mentally preparing for his passing.
But it is hard. Especially if one is a daddy's girl like I was.
*hugs* it does get better
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I know it gets better - and we actually weren't going to have any music because both me and Mum knew whatever we chose it would make everything harder to cope with. But then we changed our minds. Dad loved music so much, plus the discomfort of silence for bringing the coffin into the room for everyone else - we thought we'd better add something. So now we have three pieces, and I know the Dvorjak New World symphony will set me off.
Thanks me dear.
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Funerals must help some people, but it's such a personal thing, and I'm with you. The public grieving just doesn't resonate with me.
As horrid as tomorrow will be, the dreading is often worse than the actual event. At least this way you can get it over and done, and return to healing on your own terms.
Hang in there, sweetie. And I hope it is at least a nice memorial for your father.
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You'll be in my thoughts today.
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I'll be thinking about you tomorrow, and I'll be sure to raise a glass to your Dad after his, no doubt, lovely send off.
x
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You're in my thoughts today. ♥
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You'll get through it, though, and then be able to grieve in your own time and way.
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A funeral isn't technically for the family members who've already said their goodbyes, it's for the other people to say them, which sucks because as you say you've started to come to terms in a small way with what's happened. It just shreds that calm you've built for yourself.
I wish I could offer more comfort, or more of a barrier between you and the funeral and the experience, but just know that I am thinking of you, thinking of you hard, and I'm here if you need anything at all hun! ♥
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Funerals suck. There's no way around it. But you'll be among family and friends, people who care about you, and you'll all help each other get through it.
Hugs to you and your mom.
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I hope the funeral goes OK, sometimes you just want these things be over and done with. Thinking about you.
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Hopefully you will find some comfort tomorrow - even thought you can't imagine that happening today. And maybe you don't - but maybe later in life, you will look back and think that you are happy you went through it after all. No one! NO ONE (if they do - they are stupid) will think it's any weird that you break down now and then due to this. This is all new and raw yet. Of you won't keep it together all the time - and it's probably not even healthy for you to pull yourself together all the time. And if people do look at you and wonder why you are bawling your eyes out, so what? YOU know why you are doing it - and the people that matter know why! The rest of them - their opinion doesn't matter! Actually - only YOUR opinion matter (and you better be nice to yourself!)
HUGS!!!
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((((hugs)))
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I am so sorry. Grief can sideline you at the oddest times, can't it? I hope you're able to get through the funeral with as little trauma as possible.
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Wishing you and your family strength for the funeral. *hugs tight*
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It's awful, it truly is.
But you'll make it.
Love you.
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Hugs to you.
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Take care of yourself and your mum, and never ever feel embarrassed about letting your emotions show.
xx
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I am sorry that you are dreading the funeral and can only hope that is it easier than you expect.
*many hugs*
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The only thing you'll feel better about after the funeral, is that the funeral is over and it's not hanging over you any longer. I find them horrible and the very sight of the coffin just fills me up with emotions I can't handle, so tomorrow is going to be hard for you. Whatever happens though, don't ever feel you should or shouldn't behave in a particular way, grief is a selfish little bastard and gives no warnings and no hiding places. There's no right or wrong way to get through tomorrow, you just get through it the best way you can.
**hugs** Will be thinking of you.
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As for the random weepiness, I was SO RIGHT THERE. I mean, still sometimes. When I talked to my mom about how she's doing now, and she told me it's getting a little better-- BAM! floods. :-} It will be like that, and it's OK for it to be like that. If it doesn't sound weird... on a level, try to enjoy it. I did. For me it was nice to have a socially acceptable excuse to just let it flow, be as emotional as I wanted, and on a level, I've always enjoyed an intensity of sadness as the opposite pole to wild joy, creating a balance and allowing me to fully feel both, if that makes sense. I hope you can find some solace in that. <3 <3
And I'm so glad there was fun to be had and hugs to be gotten and love to be shared. We're all thinking of you! <3
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I've just sorted out my photo ops so will be back with a squee post shortly! I have managed to accumulate over 800 emails in three days....Gulp!
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800 emails!! Wow! I've just posted my photo ops and I'm going through the pics I took.
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Take your time and let yourself deal with your loss in the way that fits you.
I will be thinking of you tomorrow- take care
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