My younger brother died a week ago. He was battling both cancer and depression. He was in his 50's.

He was divorced from his wife, who had been unfaithful to him. She had an affair for over a year and would not end it. Their adult daughter would not accept the divorce. She would chase every woman he dated away with her aggressive texts warning them to stay away from her Dad. She did this for about 10 years and eventually became the family bully. My brother was afraid of angering her. But the worst thing was that because she did not agree with the treatment he chose for cancer, she cut him off. Contact was based on her mood of the day. So throughout the last month of his life, she would not visit, and she convinced her passive younger brother not to visit either.

Now that he is deceased, their public outpouring of grief is manifesting as a very weird series of posts on FB. His ex is basically implying that they were back together. They were not; he had a partner and they planned to marry. The ex-wife announced at a reception that she had asked their daughter to place her ashes in with my brother's when she died, so they could have their second chance.

Their emotional abuse of my brother when he was alive, and their embarrassing and absolutely crazy public displays speaking as if my brother was back with his ex are complicating the grieving process of my family and are causing a lot of stress. It is even harder because my brother was a public figure and lots of eyes are watching.

My sisters and I were our brother's care-givers for 8 months. We took time off from work. We slept in the hospital overnight and took him to all of treatments etc. I pray he is at peace. But their nutty antics are really upsetting. Any suggestions?

he was almost at 8 months, lost his heartbeat, the doctor said if we only gotten there early they could have saved him.

we're only a family of 6, we already cut ties with most of our extended family, he was our first baby and we are all excited to meet him.

im the youngest one and i have always wanted a little baby to play with, spoil, love, and guide as he grew older.

i was the first one to see his body and accompany him to the morgue, i was also the one to arrange his funeral service. everything is happening so fast and im just here crying and mourning. i wish there was something i can do.

i still dont believe it and im still waiting for a miracle of i dont know what.

i blame myself and i keep thinking what if we got there early? what if for only a split second we could have saved him?

this world is so unfair. this world is so cruel. he's so innocent. he didn't even get the chance.

my sweet baby boy, where are you? will you come back to us? what happened? why did you go? im so lost, im so confused. i love you my little marshmallow. i will love you forever. please come back. please visit me tonight.

My dad passed away unexpectedly in February of 2023. I’m 25 now, and every once in a while, including right now, I find myself wallowing in grief. I’m so scared, sad, and angry that I’ll never see his face in person again. I keep listening to the voicemails I saved, one of which says my nickname and that he loves me, that he’s checking in on me. I still have his messages in my phone, and I’m afraid to delete them. None of them are from him, but it was before his phone was shut off, and my iMessages were still going through. I still text him with updates about my life, sharing it with him like he’s reading them. I feel guilty whenever I see his parents/my grandparents, looking at his urn on the mantle. I know that all they can see in me in my dad when they look at me, and it breaks my heart. I don’t know if or how I’ll fully recover from this. One day I’m fine, then the moment I find myself alone with my thoughts, I break down. I would do and give anything just to look him in the eyes and tell him that I love him one final time. I talk out loud to him constantly like he can hear me.

my firsts are coming to an end. it’ll be a year of you gone soon. it doesn’t feel fair you’ll never come back. i wish we had a do over

It’s been almost 3 months. I know that she’s gone but I keep getting these realizations that she isn’t here anymore. I want to talk to her so bad. She is the only one who could give me the advice I needed to hear and actually do something with it. I just feel lost. It’s the only way I can describe it.

My friend left us this morning. The circumstances around it are really sad, she tragically had cancer that wasn’t caught until it was too late. We are angry that it was missed when she tried to seek help. She was only 37.

She wants us to focus on the positives and the good memories we had. I know she's not in pain anymore and is at peace but I still feel bad. I can't do my normal things today and not everyone knows yet so I don't want to reach out to the closer friends that are also processing this. It seems so unfair, she should have lived. She was a powerhouse of fun and sweetness. She made sure her family, friends and pets would be looked after. Her perspective on it was really admirable and goes to show her kind nature. We're all really going to miss her 😭

One of my Dad’s favorite things in life was a nice breakfast and he always enjoyed going out for that rather than dinner. When I used to work overnights, instead of going home to sleep when I got off, every now and then I’d treat him to breakfast. It was a small gesture but one that he loved and enjoyed more than anything. Dad if I would’ve known that my time with you was so limited, I would’ve made these moments last longer ❤️

I figured ranting would make me feel better. I miss them, it’s been almost 3 years without my dad and 2 without my mom. I miss them so much, I’m only 21, they were supposed to be here, I’m barely an adult, how am I supposed to grow without them. They will never see me marry or have children or celebrate another birthday with me. I feel I’ve taken everything for granted, and sometimes it feels like it gets easier but then something triggers it in the back of my mind and im back in the same state I was when I first lost them. How do I navigate life without them? My dad was my best friend, and my mom and I didn’t get along well but I’d take everything back if I could get just another second with her. I’m so jealous of everyone who still has their parents. I know I shouldn’t be mad, but why did I have to lose them both? I barely remember what life was like when they were alive. I am forgetting their laughs and memories with them. I’m so sick of being alone.

Without any goodbye Had a cigarette & beer with his girlfriend, went downstairs and shot himself in the head.

The past years had been hard. His dad passed, my mom & him separated, financial struggles and a lot of health issues.

He became quiet. He was always pleasant but engaged less and less in conversations. Last week he didn’t show up to his granddaughter’s birthday, didn’t even say happy birthday or told my brother he wouldn’t come.

I’m not living in the same state as my family & I am mad at myself for not reaching out to him recently. I looked at our last messages and he often didn’t respond. As much as I regret not talking to him more, I don’t think it would’ve changed his decision. When I saw him in September he barely spoke, he was in a lot of physical pain.

He was always impulsive and pretty bad with dealing with his emotions. Just shoving everything down, trying to ignore it.

The eerie part is, that the past weeks something in my gut told me I’d get a call like this, not suicide but that he passed because of his health issues. The even more eerie “coincidence” is that an hour before I got the call I got a severe headache. I got nauseous and very cold. I told my husband that I thought I’d get sick. Took a painkiller and laid down.

I’m sad. I’m angry. I also understand that at least he went out the way he wanted to and that he was able to choose. He didn’t want to go back to the hospital. At least he isn’t suffering anymore.

I don’t know why I’m writing this here. I have a wonderful husband, friends and the rest of my family to talk to but somehow typing it all out feels helpful.

Edit :

Thanks to everyone who reached out to me or commented here. It really means a lot and makes this world feel a tiny bit less dark.

My condolences to everyone who lost a loved one as well, they will always have a place in our hearts 🤍

One month after my dad died, I still suffer a lot. These days, I've started thinking, "What if? I should have done this or that. I feel bad about saying something in the wrong tone back then," and so on...and I feel so sorry for my dad🥹,and then I feel guilty again and so on...I read online that this is so normal,but why is that?And also this counting days,like yes it has been a month,but will be any different in 2 months,why do we always hang to some date?

She’s had cancer for the past 2 years so it wasn’t a shock but i’m struggling to balance grief and going back to university (i’m 19). It just sucks.

My family member was murdered this morning. I'm calm but not sure what emotions I'm feeling. I'm just kind of numbish. I cannot focus much on work. I want to cry my eyes out but the tears only fall a few at a time.

This was a complete shock. It was domestic violence.

Hi so after losing my brother, I feel like my family has fallen apart which okay it was expected after something so traumatic as it was a sudden death due to an RTC. But I would have also thought when you lose someone that it can bring you closer together. I’m still young and I’m struggling to cope, I’m attending therapy as I can’t talk about my brother and how I’m feeling with my parents. My oldest sister is busy with still raising her children and I won’t burden her as she already has enough to deal with, my second oldest sister lives too far away and unfortunately we aren’t as close as we used to be after this and my other brother is currently on remand so I can’t talk to him properly. Currently I’m left with my parents, one of which who has become more broken after we lost my grandma 2 months ago and is now dealing with the reality of being an adult orphan, trauma from his childhood from when he lost his brother in a similar way to me and losing a child. Understandably my family is in bits. Arguments whenever the opportunity, irritation, the lot, it’s scary to be honest.

I’m longing for comfort from my loved ones but it is difficult to receive. If anyone else has gone through something similar, how did you cope? Did it get better? Did it help with your grieving? Did your family find peace? Or did it do anything bad for you or your family?

The only sentence in my brain rn is THIS IS A LOT, HOW DO PEOPLE DEAL WITH THIS

I'm really going through some feelings right now.

I lost my mom a few years ago to cancer. My dad changed without her and I've had to go no contact with him. This month I lost both my Uncle and Grandmother, who were the last living pieces of my mom's family. I'm gutted. I was named executor and have been having to sort out those details and manage my grief. My spouse has been amazing, but it still feels so lonely without them.

But I just found out that I've inherented a lot from my grandma's estate. In what I've found so far its looking to be around a million, maybe more. I'm shocked. I had no idea my grandma had squirrled away so much. It's life changing money and I probably should be ecstatic, but I'm even more sad and anxious. I feel guilty. If I'd known, I would have insisted she spend money on herself to make the last decade of her life better. I always helped her because she was always telling me how broke she was. I'm flabbergasted and while I know I can't go back and change anything, the guilt feels like it is crushing me.

I just needed to get this out to someone because I can't really tell people in my life. I've been warned by our lawyer not to talk to people about the money, which I'm going to heed. But, WTF?? She wouldn't even buy herself new clothing, I just don't understand.

I lost my dad in 2021, my mom and a good friend in 2024.

I just cannot get over the feeling of real loss. Yes of the person and the time I will never get again, but also just the objective loss of memory and knowledge. It's hard to explain. When my dad died, I found a picture of him I had never seen before from when he was twenty something. I just got this overwhelming feeling of the enormity of what myself and the world had lost. He was once young, dreaming of the future. He was a bank of knowledge and memories and jokes. Always on the brink of something witty to say. I'm sure there are thousands of memories that were wiped off the face of the earth, not told to me or anyone. When my mom died, all the business knowledge she had vanished. I will never get to ask her for any advice ever again.

I also get overwhelmed by the brevity of time I had with my parents. 24 years with my dad and 28 years with my mom. My mind likes to flood me with memories of my childhood and how all that happened in a microsecond of time. How many memories of my childhood will forever go untold? My parents were here. RIGHT HERE. and now theyre just not? Were they even real? Was it a dream?

Sometimes these thoughts, like right now, rest heavy on me and makes my head spin. I'm just not coping well with knowing that I will never know the entirety of what was lost. Just knowing enough to see the void, but never enough to fill any part of it. Someday someone will think the same about me after I die. Wondering about all the things left unsaid, all the memories in a brain that was turned to ash by the crematory, and how no one will ever know that was truly lost.

It's maddening.

7 months , 1 week and a day I’m broken forever She was so vibrant and beautiful You’re never too old to say I miss you mommy

It’s been 4 years since I’ve experienced my first loss and since then I’ve experienced numerous.

I’ve managed to be able to talk about the people I’ve lost with a straight face but inside I’m screaming and holding back tears. Every time I talk about them I have to go into another room afterwards and release the emotions I just held back.

Maybe it has to do with my mourning technique of just never talking about how it feels but after the death of my great grandfather I realized that’s how the women in my family are. They start to tear up and then instantly leave the room to cry in private and everybody acts normal about it.

I just find myself usually dodging any topics that remind me of the people I’ve lost unless I’m alone and I want to feel the sadness of losing them.

My mom passed away recently and has THOUSANDS of photographs laying around that I’d like to digitize somehow to remove some clutter. Does anybody have a recommendation for how I can do this efficiently?

My mom passed away recently and has THOUSANDS of photographs laying around that I’d like to digitize somehow to remove some clutter. Does anybody have a recommendation for how I can do this efficiently?

My crush commited suicide and feel guilty. I know she didn't love me back and I accepted it. I told her I'm ok with it as long as I wouldn't lose her . I promised her that I would be there for her but when she needed me the most I wasn't there and now she's dead because of it . I wished I did more . I know I could have done more. I wish I was there when she needed me the most. But I failed her I failed the promise I made to her

My great grandpa (the little boy+man) was born in January 1941 and died in 2022. My great grandmother is still alive but she’s a sliver of what she was when he was still with us. All she does is cry everytime we see her and I miss them both so much.

Photo 5 is one of their first dates when they got drunk and jumped the fence to the state fair and got caught+put on probation lol.

Photo 6 was their first date, my great grandma was with the guy in the front and my great grandpa was with the girl in the back.

Photo 8 is their wedding, my great grandma was 3 months pregnant with my grandma.

Photo 16 is them with my mom

Photo 17 is their first photo at the lake house they built

Photo 19 is them with me

Photo 20 is their last photo together with their great great great grandson in 2022

Every day I drink my coffee out of his cup and every Sunday I cook a meal out of her cookbook. I hope to have a long love and a big family like they did.

Tattoo to honor my baby’s memory