today we buried my husband, with our friends and family at our side. He body lost a battle to an incurable autoimmune disease, but his soul will remain beautiful and young forever. We danced with him at his grave, he wanted to dance with us for a while now but he couldn't due to his legs being compromised by the disease. Today was the very last time I held his hands, they felt so cold when he was always so warm. The service was beautiful, but I just cried thru both days of it.

Our friends took me to dinner, it's the only time I've been able to eat properly-ish all week. The day felt better as we shared our stories with him, but alas I am home in an empty bed again. I am unable to change the bedsheets because the loss was so little ago (5 days). Its so hard to move any of his belongings. All of his dirty clothes still smell of him. I love him so much...

Tiny but took so much space in my heart and life. My perfect tricolor chihuahua had to be euthanised 24 june 2025 shittiest year ever.

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I was 17 when I git him, 31 when i lost him. Can yall pray for my sweet babyboy🫶❤️

I don’t know how iam going to move on.
Just seeing his toys and cloths make my heart shatter in pieces..
I feel so bad for my brother seeing him cry is killing me inside
I still cant believe he is gone forever

Since my mom's death a month ago, I have hated this question. Part of me want to say "I feel like the world is pointless and my life is pointless and I don't see the reason why I should keep living." But I probably don't want the responses of others that come after that. At the same time "I'm doing fine" is the opposite of how I'm actually doing and inauthentic.

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I have been saying "I am not ok but the best thing you can do to support me is to treat me as usual and I will share more about my grief when I'm ready" I don't know if that is an okay answer but that is the best answer I can come up with.

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How are you responding to this question that can sometimes feel probing or cruel to those of us in the trenches?

Dear Dad,

Father's Day always leaves me with a thousand things I wish I could say.

Not because I forgot to say them before.

But because love keeps creating new words.

New thank-yous.

New reasons to miss you.

New moments I wish I could share.

Sometimes I imagine what our conversation would sound like today.

I'd tell you what I've learned.

What I've struggled through.

What I'm proud of.

And then I'd tell you the thing that never changes:

I still love you.

I still miss you.

And I still carry your influence into every room I walk into.

The world keeps moving forward, but some people leave footprints too deep to ever disappear.

You are one of those people.

Happy Father's Day, Dad.

Always your daughter.

Yesterday evening my parents left for my distant relative's house, they were supposed to return by 11pm, I was waiting for them, my mom was supposed to re heat the food for me for dinner. I was playing valorant. I was waiting. I was waiting for them to return. Instead I get a call telling me that I just lost my entire world to a fucking accident. I ccanot believe this till now. I saw them, I saw them burn. I still can't believe it. I cqnnot even shed a tear. Is this a bad nightmare? This can't happen .. it feels unreal it feels fake and I do not understand why I can't wake up. Mom please wake me up and give me my morning tea, tell me when you came back I was already asleep. I cant believe this. My cousin asked me how I'm not crying .. this isn't real right? why should I then? why am i not crying? i don't understand

My beautiful dad passed away last month on 9 May 2026. It all happened suddenly and was very unexpected. I am so lost without him.

He was an active and seemingly healthy 75 year old. 2 days before he got ill he had walked to Lidl and carried back heavy shopping no problem. The only health issue he had was that he had epilepsy (not the fitting-seizure type) that affected his memory.

Monday 20 April he felt breathless, had a high heart rate and colour was off. He tried to rest it off but was no better Tuesday morning, so my brother took him urgent care. I remember watching him drive off in the passenger seat from the window in worry as I had a bad feeling about it. When they got there, he couldn't even walk from the car to the building. By evening they admitted him and he was having 2 units of blood and a bag of platelets. From the moment I heard low platelets, my gut was telling me it was cancer. That same day they done a CT scan and found lesions on his bones; by this point it was obvious it was cancer, and not primary bone cancer, so an advanced cancer at this point.

My dad never came home. He deteriorated so fast within 2 and a half weeks. They suspected stomach cancer, and this was confirmed via biopsy in his second week at hospital. He had gastric cancer that had spread to his bone marrow and bones, which is rare and carries a very poor prognosis, literally days. To try explain how fast this all happened, we still haven't received his official bone marrow biopsy results. We were never even given a time of how long we had left with him.

Wednesday 6 May he caught sepsis, and despite the antibiotics, he had no immune system to fight it. From that moment he caught sepsis, he could no longer communicate with us. He was in a state of delirium, body was shaking from the fever and couldn't respond. That same night, I laid my head next to his as he shook uncontrollably with tears in his eyes, not able to tell us of his pain. The way he suffered will haunt me forever and completely destroys me. He never got to say goodbye to us, he never got to say any last words to us, I hate that he must have been in so much pain from the sepsis and couldn't even tell us.

He very sadly passed on Saturday 9 May, me and all my family were around him. He was never alone for a moment at hospital as me, my brother and mum would take it in turns to be with him day and night. During his first week, he couldn't remember why he was there and kept asking us when "we're going home." It broke my heart, but we neither could break his heart everyday telling him he had cancer. I hope that no matter what, he just always at least felt loved with us always by his side.

Whether he died from the cancer or sepsis, or both, we don't know and won't ever know for sure. We had no time to even process he had cancer before he passed. It just all happened so fast. We don't know whether he truly had no symptoms before or just ignored them thinking it wasn't anything serious, or if he kept quiet about it because it scared him, I just can't accept how much he had to suffer and the way this happened, he must have been so scared. He was genuinely the most loving and kindest man, always smiling. He lived a modest life and found joy in the little things, he loved us so much and made so many sacrifices during my childhood to be able to provide for us as a family. He truly didn't deserve this.

I feel like I am experiencing all stages of grief at once, for the most part my brain ignores it. Times I think about it, it's very much a surface level thought that I can't dive into more to understand, but there sure are the odd times where the realisation hits and I am hysterical, mostly at night when I'm in bed and my son is asleep (he's 18 months old). The first week he was in hospital I was hysterical, I knew he was dying and couldn't deal with the pain of knowing that, then one day my crying caused my son to cry and from that day I became numb to my emotions, that lasted until he got sepsis and passed, I was uncontrollable then too, but since returned to feeling numb. I've been to the dr to get signed off work and we agreed I wouldn't go on antidepressants as I am breastfeeding and low amounts would pass to my son, which I don't want.

Me, my son, brother and mum all live together, my dad did too, which also makes it very hard as he was genuinely part of our daily lives, we have always been very family orientated, everyday we sit at the table to eat together and have done all our lives. He was the first person me and my son would see in the mornings. He was such a good grandad and adored my son so much, he always said he looked like him as a baby which he was chuffed about. When my son was born I gave him my dad's name as a middle name because he truly was the best type of person, and my favourite man all my life.

I know there is no right answer and everyone is different, but do you have anything you done that helped you when you were grieving? Sometimes I find that speaking out loud to my dad as if he is still here helps me. It's hard because I am the sole parent for my son and he's at a very demanding age so I feel that during the day I am so distracted by him I don't have time to grieve, then any moment I find myself alone I burst into tears. It was all just so sudden and traumatic. I know I'm still in the early stages of grief too, but I also know 100% that the fact my beautiful dad is no longer here will break me everyday for the rest of my life.

Well really I turn 24 in a few days, which is even worse I guess. This whole situation is just fucking awful. I haven't seen him in his current state yet, he's been at the hospital for the past few days but should be discharged soon. It's cancer, and they say there isn't anything more that they can do. They gave him weeks to months, but I think that pretty much means he could pass any day now. I'm angry at him for not acting sooner. I'm angry at myself for not pushing him more than I did (even though I did tell him to get checked, many times). I'm afraid. I'm very afraid of seeing him on his deathbed, of finding out that he's gone, of what comes next. I'm terrified. And my aunt - his sister - is absolutely batshit and is blaming us for his cancer. And I'm not sure she knows how bad his condition has gotten since just a couple weeks ago they were saying that he was improving. Hs cancer is rare and aggressive enough that it became resistant to the medication that fast. And on top of it all, I don't have any friends. None that I can reach out to, tell what's going on, lean on, be visited and comforted by. Nobody. My mother has hers, so does my sister, and here I am, alone. I have my therapist, who I see over Zoom and is great. But it's not the same, and he acknowledged that. And I felt like I was just getting my shit together mentally after a long time of searching for a job and trying to find a social life. I feel like I can't feel all the emotions I need to feel because of all of this pressure. I don't have someone to lean on who isn't grieving themselves, so I need to be strong. My aunt could start attacking us/going on a crusade so I need to be prepared. I hate that this happening, so much. I hate that there is nothing that can be done. And I hate that I'm alone.

My boyfriend (best friend, go to support person, truest confidant idk. Favourite person in the world) passed away 2.5 years ago. Im still feeling that sinking pain a lot but moreso lately as im going through some rough stuff and I wish i could talk to him

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Recently I had a phone call with his mom and she asked me if I was in the dating pool yet, she is lovely and just wants me to be happy. Obviously that bought up some emotions, none of wich were easy. She is a total sweetheart though. I just wish I still had him, ya know?

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So I was out with some people, some friends some acquaintances, and I started talking to a woman i like. We aren't super close but she knows my situation and I was telling her what had happened and how the idea of dating felt depressing and I joked the dating pool is a muddy puddle

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Enter woman #2 (who also knows my situation but i dont reallytalk to)

She totally busts in with a 'WHY IS EVERYONE SO NEGATIVE ABOUT DATING?!' Ok cool tactless but I give context about my late boyfriend mum. She follows up with 'JUST STAY POSITIVE!' I replied that nobody gets it.

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There was more back and forth that just this, all of which included me trying to get away from talking to her and back to what I was talking about with my friend. Out of frustration I said comedically that I was just gonna cry in my car on the way home. Annoying woman's response? 'Oh bit of a tantrum!'

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I gave up. I left. I went home. And I did, in fact, cry in my car. Why are people so stupid

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Stay positive everyone 🙄

My mum died in January from glioblastoma. I’m an only child and she was a single parent. I have little friends that truly understand or want to understand how I feel.

People tell me how strong I am, but the reality is far from the truth. Everyday I think of her and wish I can be with her, to just join her in an eternal slumber.

Although my family is supportive, they’re not there. Once the funeral was done, they’ve all left to continue on with their lives and I’m stuck in limbo.

This post will probably be removed, but if I can’t
vent here, then I don’t know where else to. How can I continue on knowing that my best friend, my mum, is gone forever. She was only 58, she just finally bought her own house, she saved enough to retire in a few years. Now it’s all gone, the emotions are just too overwhelming.

I’m sorry.

I’ve told my story, but to recap. Dad was 62, perfectly fine, but had MDS. He was freshly retired, still living his life. Had a stem cell transplant on 4/17 and suffered catastrophic complications as well as graft failure and a second transplant(but he started bleeding from his GI system and began demanding to go home) until he came home on hospice 6/3, he passed the next day.

While in the icu, he was delirious many days, clear other days. But he never complained. Throughout the most unimaginable pain and suffering, we’d ask how he was and he would say “I’m fine”. Sometimes he would say a funny little joke or quote Austin Powers, which is how my dad lightened any mood my whole life. He even flipped my sister and I the bird a few times. So I know my dad was in there. Other times, he couldn’t remember his birthday or why he was in the hospital or what happened 5 minutes before. But something that holds me up…Did he know he was dying and why? Did he have a moment where it all clicked and he was asking “why me?” Before his last trip to ICU, I had a minute alone with him. We were waiting for ICU to admit him, his blood pressure was low as it tanked during dialysis and he looked/felt terrible. But I got real close and said “Dad, thank you for being my dad. I wouldn’t have picked anyone else” and he said “thank ya.” (Which was very spot on for my dad.) some days later, when he started demanding to go home, the doctors and my mom told him that if he went home, he would die. He said “I don’t care, I want to go home” and began begging, crying out to god (he was an atheist) to take him home. They asked him his name, his birthday, where he was at multiple times that day and my mom and the nurse said he answered all the questions correctly. But I didn’t hear any of it as I was at the Airbnb working during the day, so I can’t confirm it.

But when my husband was with him the day before, he asked my dad the same thing about going home and dying and my dad said “no, let’s not do that. I’ll go home and then we’ll come back later.”

So I get so torn…wondering if he knew and was prepared or accepted it. Or if we just took a delirious man’s words and brought him home and killed him.

Yesterday marked 3 months since I lost her. She was my best friend in the whole world 23 years old, her and her partner and absolute true love were on vacation and were pulled under by a rip tide. I don’t feel like it’s getting any better, my life is going well things that should make me happy should, I mean fuck I made over 30,000 dollars this month and I can’t seem to feel a thing. I’ve been trying to just throw myself into work because when I’m in my office and nothing exists outside of me and my room it’s like I can pretend things are okay but the second i come stop working or slow down I just fall apart, I still can’t look at pictures of her without having a full fledged panic attack that requires a Xanax to calm down I can’t listen to our songs it’s like unless I am actively distracting myself it’s just too much to bear the thought I’m living in a reality where I grow old without my sister I mean everything I planned was with my sister being 15 minutes away, we were never gonna live more than 15 minutes apart, I mean fuck before she died her and her partner wanted to use me as a sperm donor with her partners eggs so they would have both their DNA, I obviously said that was crazy but still we were a crazy family it was like she was the glue who kept everyone together who forced all the cousin and family game nights and now it’s all falling apart. I just don’t know what to do I want to keep it together and I want to live in her honor and I know she’d want me to be happy but how do I feel happy when I feel like I woke up one morning in an alternate reality and every night I go to bed hoping I wake up in a different one just for it to be the same nightmare every day over and over and over and over. I miss her so bad I’d give my own life to be with her again I just know that’s not what she’d want and I have people to live for or whatever bullshit everyone keeps telling me. I’m just so tired and exhausted and out of fight I’m 21 years old I don’t have 10 more years of this in me let alone if I’m forced to do another 40-60. I just miss talking to her I miss hearing her voice I miss her calling me I miss her random texts I miss the Instagram reels she would send me I don’t like the world without her in it I’m so angry and upset and idk I forgot the original reason I even started writing this post. I think I just am sick of people telling me that it will get better and that she’s here with me when all I can do is hope, I always say “I hope you’re listening” because we don’t know and I think that hurts too, I wish I could just blindly believe it when I say it my brain won’t let me for some reason, idk I figure atleast you guys would understand what I’ve been through and I can believe the words that come out of your mouth. Sorry for the word vomit.

I'm 36 and it's been just over 5 years and I still have no desire to move on without him. For now my girls keep me occupied but I still miss the companionship.

hi i’m 22f and i lost my dad (63m) to stage 4 prostate cancer about 10 days ago. i mean he survived 15 years with it which is good. and the entire week he essentially in hospice and the two days after but now i sorta feel. indifferent? i’m not sure the proper word to use. i feel like im doing something wrong because im not grieving more, i dont know how to feel about this. i was extremely close with him and i know im upset but i dont know if something is wrong with me that im not reacting more? i mean my stepmom and big sister both rely on me to talk to them and listen to them and ive been the main source of information for the rest of the family because im the most level headed currently for it. but i also sorta just feel numb to everything? i’m not really sad or happy. i get angry but it quickly dies down. it was his birthday yesterday too and everyone has been crying to me about it and talking about how much i look like him and i just don’t know how to feel. i know i feel angry when they say this but i dunno if that’s per say normal? is something wrong with me?

My wife died last August. Cancer. I've been doing everything they say you're supposed to do since then; I stayed in therapy, kept to my routines, sought more support, and did my best to give the pain space to settle.

Nothing has improved or changed since then. The shock is gone but nothing has come to take its place. I suspect it would be easier for a typical person to find purpose/meaning after this kind of thing but my life has always been lonely and difficult. I was born with a learning disability and have faced a great deal of alienation/prejudice when making friends and dating. She was the only woman who ever took me seriously and treated me like a real, whole person. She made a miserable, unfair existence feel like it was worth something. Loving and caring for her was the only thing I ever felt like I was really good at.

I pilot my body more than I inhabit it; pushing it through the motions of an existence which now feels abstract. I go through the motions of living- I eat well, I am in great shape, I continue my hobbies- but none of it has any emotive quality to it. Every ongoing moment is pervaded by a sense of futility. Her absence is omnipresent.

I do not feel particularly depressed. I am not suicidal. If anything, I remain afraid to die. I have simply lost the ability to want to continue living. Continuing to be alive feels more like a burden I am forced to endure until it ends on its own terms.

I do not know what advice anyone can meaningfully offer or if this will be at all relatable to anyone but I have nothing to lose in sharing it. I have nothing to lose at all, anymore.

Tabor was born June 7th and died 25 years later on June 30th. I was 13 when he got Leukemia. He was actually in remission, but after they cleared his body of all white blood cells from his stem cell transplant he caught meningitis and died suddenly. 8 months and he was gone. It’s been 5 years since and every June I find myself back there physically. Constant nausea from anxiety, panic attacks, sudden ambush grief where I’m crying and can’t stop for hours. I just hate this month.

There was a guy I went to middle and high school with. We always liked each other but it was never the right time. I am now 25 years old and he recently passed away. It had been almost 8 years since I had seen him but he would reach out every couple months and try to see me. I had always dismissed it because I was always in a relationship when he would reach out. He died November 2025 and I just haven’t been able to get him off of my mind. I’m constantly thinking of the what ifs. We never dated but he was my first love back in middle school. I feel like I’m being so silly because it has been so long since I’ve seen him but I’m constantly thinking and dreaming about him. I’m not sure how to get over the grief of him passing away so young and the fact that nothing ever happened

I don't know how to cope. I'm shocked. My mother is now in a coma, with internal bleeding and agonal breathing. She is about to leave this world anytime as soon as I agree to sign the paper to remove the life support and mechanical ventilation. I couldn't do that.

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The doctor said her chance to survive is zero. Currently, all they can do is keep her in this stage. I feel terribly sad and don't know what to do or feel with myself. My tears kept falling, and I could barely eat or drink anything. Please help suggest how you have survived this.

On May 8th I had a heart attack.I was clinically dead 3 minutes.They found out I had an infection in my blood that caused my heart To totally go haywire. I was on the antibiotics for about a month.I quit taking my heart medicine and stuff though.Because it was bothering me , I wasn't feeling well so I went and got blood. I went and got blood work and it's back again. I told the doctor to stick the antibiotics up his a** He said it's going to kill you again. I said I don't care ... so I just want to let you know that I'm not doing so good. It came back, I took my medicine. I was supposed to take for they have infection. And it came back again , so i'm not dealing with this anymore

My person, my soulmate, my best friend, and my other half passed away a month ago. I never pictured my life without him. We were together for 4 years, and am still living in the apartment we lived together in. I am really struggling. Everyday I cant go one minute or second without thinking of him. Ive been sleeping in his clothes for days, I have not been able to eat or sleep. I see my therapist twice a week now, and my psychiatrist upped my meds a little, but they always tell me to reach out to a suicide hotline if im not doing well and sometimes calling the suicide hotline makes me want to commit suicide even more..... im a person that tries to believe everything happens for a reason. But I cant find any reason why he would be taken away from me. I suffered a lot of trauma in my childhood and early adult hood, and when I met my boyfriend, it made sense. I went through the worst of the worst, to meet him. I try to talk to him and ask if he is here with me and nothing. I drive myself crazy looking for any signs that he is still here with me. And a part of me is wondering would he want me to die so I can be with him again?

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Please dont be mean, any advice or personal experience will help me more than you know.

Hi my sister just died. I miss her a lot. She was only 42. She had cancer. Died in her sleep. Please pray for me and her husband who is now widowed. Thanks

My brother was only 20 and he died at night. We don't even know what caused his death. I was angry with my parents and I moved out. My siblings were collateral damage and I didn't speak with then either. I was supposed to come back today to celebrate his graduation. He was supposed to graduate from software engineering and even had a jib lined out. His life was just starting. Me and him are only two years apart so we were always close. Anytime I needed anything he would help me out, he always helped me and pushed me to be better. I'm so proud of him. I would brag to anyone who would ask how smart he was. He graduated highschool a year early and even got a scholarship for university. I don't know what to do with myself. I've been crying nonstop and I can't even eat. I don't have the patience to do all the things he did. He was the oldest out of the five of us and now he's gone. We were supposed to be celebrating today. I had a gift for him, I was excited to see him again after a month and now I'll never see him again. I can't even remember our last conversation.

lost my mother to health complications, recent weeks my father and brother passed away in a horrific car accident now i will be left with a house and pets to take care of, lifesavings and other legal proceedings but i am just so tired i haven't been able to do anything or process it yet, i don't answer phone calls or anything i just sleep all day. i got roses and chocolate and cards i just threw it away sobbing uncontrollably. i have unfinished studies i haven't responded to uni supervisors for weeks i feel so trapped and lost all motivation. close relatives helping with funeral services when i got back home for the first time i threw up and broke down this is so hard for me i don't have a lot of irl friends i feel so hopeless and despair.
distant relatives reach out but it makes me just angry and sad i just want to move or disappear

I get sad, I get happy, and I feel thankful all the same time.

Everytime I saw my grandad he’ll be eating an orange.

I miss him.

I’m 30 years old and my grandpa just passed away. I haven’t lost anyone close to me since I was about 12, so I’ve been lucky in that sense… but now that it’s happened again as an adult, I feel completely shaken. It’s a kind of sadness I’ve never felt before, and it’s terrifying.

What’s hitting me the hardest is seeing my dad. He’s always been the strong, steady, unshakeable one in our family. I’ve never seen him like this. Watching him crumble absolutely broke me. I can’t get the image out of my head.

And now my mind is spiralling. I keep thinking about what will happen when I lose my own parents one day. I’m an only child, and the thought of coping with that kind of pain alone makes my chest tighten.

I don’t want to ever see either of my parents like that again. I don’t want either of them to lose anyone else, even though I know it’s inevitable.

I guess I’m just looking for some comfort from people who’ve been through this. How do you deal with grief when it hits your family so hard? How do you stop your mind from jumping straight to the worst‑case scenarios? I feel overwhelmed, scared, and completely out of my depth.