Anybody else feel like they don’t have permission to grieve? This is how I’m feeling as the result of the things that my brother and Dad did after Mom passed. I had to eulogize her in secret without them knowing. I was only allowed to attend her funeral while my brother got to play a song on the piano. At Mom‘s internment, my brother said that he was tired of crying every day when, even to this point, I haven’t even been able to cry myself. I have my first therapy appointment on Wednesday, and I’m just doing what I can to make it in between here and there. Thanks.

Posted by hollandc7 at 2024-01-08 06:42:55 UTC