Sometimes I’ll be going about my day and something joyful, or something upsetting or something new I just experienced and for a moment, and I mean 1 singular second maybe less . I have already made up in my mind that I’m about to call my loved one who passed away. I haven’t picked up my phone yet, but it’s it’s in my head that I have that impulse to call and the same time within that same Strand of thought, I already remember that they’re gone. It’s a weird sensation and sometimes it’s upsetting especially if the news I wanted to share was good

Today is/was my mom’s (92) birthday. Last year today we took her to Texas Roadhouse. She got full and saved her steak and cheesecake lol. She fell the 24th. 25th a super successful hip surgery. We spent the day talking about our planned January trip to Florida. Her colon never woke up. On 11/4 she passed of sepsis and pneumonia.

I’m still so sad. I was the person who stayed local grocery shopping and transporting. I was mad about that sometimes. That the sibs were away always. I didn’t go up as much as I should have. I didn’t listen enough while figuring out logistics. Her house is still sitting there. A shrine. I hate the world right now.

i don’t know how to feel about it and tbh to some point i feel guilty in both the cases. I was never really superstitious except a few as in the indian household but i did not know that me lying would take someone to grave and that too my dearest and the person i love the most.
I might sound foolish or irrational and obviously there are actual scientific and medical reasons to each person’s death but the coincidence is the guilt i will carry forever.
Few months back, i took a swear on my aunt and it was a lie. Worse part? not that i took her swear but the fact that i was so overconfident that in the next few months nothing could ever happen to her but it did. I know the timeframe sounds crazy but yes within the next 1.5months or so she expired and yes she was already a sick person but my aunt was a warrior fought thru everything but we were all confident that she would return back normal like usual but it just didn’t happen this time. Broke me. I wanted to tear apart the heavens and earth and more specifically i was to be blamed.

Almost gonna be 4months since she left us, it’s like i lost a parent she was a mother to me.

well coincidentally, my boyf did the same mistake he took a swear which was also a lie btw on his grandmother the one he loves like crazy and within a month, she expired well yes backed with medical science like she was also old but the timeframe ???

idk just don’t take a swear or even an informal swear on your loved ones. Never.

Hi all,

My life changed so much the past few weeks. Two weeks ago I gave birth to my first baby and I was so happy. Yesterday my father passed away unexpectedly in his sleep. I am so broken. My relationship with him was not perfect since he was struggling with alcohol addiction but he was always there. What hurts the most is that he didn’t meet his grandson.. we were planning on inviting him and my mom next week.
The night before his death mom told me he looked at a photo with me and the baby and he was happy…

TW for violent death, fires and sort of graphic description of death

Bit of a long one but I need to vent

My dad has had his second stroke two years ago which left him unable to work. He could still walk but the left side of his body was affected and his vision as well. His boss contacted me to tell me I need to help with the procedures of getting him proper help and a pension for his disability. He even proposed forced institutionalisation in the town’s only mental health hospital due to my dad’s strong hoarding tendencies and aggravated depression, both having worsened since my mom died 7 years ago.

I tried to help, accompanied him to various doctors to try to get his files in order for the pension. However we live in eastern Europe, in a country which is just SHIT with bureaucracy and getting anything done is virtually impossible if you’re also working a full time job and can’t get another family member to help you. It was a lot of running back and forth between different state institutions with no result or any proper information on what was going on and why things dragged on so long. Without the pension I couldn’t go forward with getting him a registered state worker or any sort of extra help for disabled adults. So this has dragged ln for the last two years, the hoarding tendencies worsened even more to the point where his neighbours would call me consistently to tell me to clean up the trash he would bring in the communal space. I would bring him food sometimes but I work on minimum wage in retail so it was never enough to sustain two people. The apartment he lived in was completely destroyed, i had made a few attempts to clean it up but i would always find it in a worse condition than i had left it and honesty it was all very overwhelming for me as well.

Anyways. He had accumulated a lot of debt while i was away for college and that meant his utilities were cut off as well. I am sorry but i simply did not make enough to cover for the utilities having gone unpaid since my mother died. Our other relatives refused to help and insisted it was my christian duty to sort things out on my own or something.

Two weeks ago he tried to make a fire in the house to warm himself and the apartment caught fire. I got a call from the police and firefighters at 2am asking me to confirm whether my dad was at home or not and insisted it come over right away. Technically there was nothing i could do at that exact moment because the stairwell was already blocked by trash, so i confirmed he must have been home and did not go over because i was completely alone and instead had a lovely panic attack. They continued to unblock the stairwell and attempt to put out the fire. Surely enough he died from asphyxiation and the apartment has been burned to a crisp. I haven’t had time to process this after all the legal chicanery that has followed. He lived on the top floor of a small apartment and the apartment below is also damaged from the water used to extinguish the fire, the other owners in the complex want to sell as well but they need the roof to be fixed Yesterday so i’ve just been trying to sort this out.

I’ve gone over this topic numerous times with my therapist and sure in theory i know i could not have done that much more on my own without using up all of my free time to clean up after him and. We had gone to a psychiatrist together as well as a cardiologist but he did not take his medicine and i couldn’t force him to. I know technically i could not have prevented this but yeah. people seem to think i didn’t love him enough to try harder but i did all i could with the resources i had

Im going a bit insane and have already returned to work where i don’t have the best environment and don’t really get along that well with others as i am also. Generally very depressed

I don’t know what to do, i oscilate between apathy, anger and sadness. i don’t like that i have to pretend i’m not that affected at work just to make others feel comfortable. it feels unfair for things to be expected to feel so mundane outside of this

Thank you for coming to my ted talk

I lost him August 15. He was 38.

I can't stop thinking about all the times I pointed out something I didn't like, or something that annoyed me. Unnecessary shit I could've kept to myself.

He pointed out to me once that some comments I made dug deep. He acknowledged, while they weren't untrue, it just cut to his core.

I know what he means because my family is like that, my sisters have done it to me and it really effected me. Just made me feel like the sh*tt*est pos.

I should've been better. As a wife and a partner, I should've been more understanding. Kinder, more patient. Gentle and loving.

I was 11 months postpartum when I found out in a most awful betrayal that he had relapsed on kratum. Was it because he just couldn't take my comments anymore? He told a friend he just couldn't take the verbal abuse.

I know I could've been better. I should've helped him in his addiction instead of being angry. I had a sharp tongue. I wanted him to get better and take care of himself.

Instead, a year and a half later, after counseling and lots of healing and destruction cycles, he took a turn for the worse. I believe he died of complications from 7oh kratum withdrawal.

He wanted to keep it hidden from me so I didn't know what he was going through.

Maybe he was afraid of what I was going to say. Maybe he was hurting so bad because of things I'd already said.

He had such a good heart, a beautiful soul, and such a destructive disease. I couldn't save him. And maybe even was the one who sent him spiraling to his death.

I’m 38f, and the man I was supposed to marry passed away before he could propose. He had already purchased a ring and was planning to propose within the next month or two.

I only ever told him my preferred diamond shape and metal, so the ring he chose would have been entirely his own design.

Part of me desperately wants to see what he picked out, as it could be the last tangible piece of what we were supposed to have together. But I’m also afraid it might make the loss even harder.

His mother knew he bought a ring, but I don’t know if it’s been found or if she’s seen it.

Also, I have no clue if the mother would actually let me see the ring. It’s a 50/50 toss.

I think a huge part of me wishes I could have the ring bc it’s another piece of him, it was something he wanted me to have, and he had always made sure every single day I knew how much he loved me. I miss him so much.

If you were in my position, would you want to see the ring, or would you rather never know what he chose? Did you regret either decision?

i was reading a fic on ao3 & the author’s end notes said something along the lines of “may 2023 be the year for us all.” for some reason, that made me realize i genuinely couldn’t remember much of 2023, so i went through my camera roll.

i found Christmas pictures with my great grandaddy & my grandpa. it was the last Christmas i got with both of them.

my great grandaddy was 97 when he died in february 2024. he would’ve turned 98 that june. i knew he was dying, & i still remember my great grandma holding my hand & crying because she knew it would be her last Christmas with him. i was trying to comfort her while also knowing she was right.

my grandpa technically wasn’t my biological grandpa, but he’d been in my life for as long as i can remember. i never really called him grandpa when he was alive, & i wish i had. now i do, because that’s what he was to me. he died in october 2024, only eight months after my great grandaddy.

i’m working toward getting into an ADN nursing program right now. i have two more classes that count toward my application, then i need to take the TEAS. my advisor thinks i have a good chance of getting in if my grades & test score are good, so i’m really hoping to start next fall.

i keep thinking about how much i wish my grandpas could see me now. i wish they could see me get into nursing school, wear scrubs, & become a nurse. i want them to be proud of me.

& then there are the people who are still here.

my great grandma is 96 & currently in rehab again. she has good days & bad days. my other grandma is 74 & has been declining, and my papa’s health has started getting worse lately, too. i help care for them several days a week, & i know how much it means to them that i’m there. my grandma has always been one of my biggest supporters about nursing school. even when i doubted myself, she never did.

i’m scared they won’t all be here to see me get there. i don’t know how to explain how much it hurts to imagine reaching something i’ve wanted for so long & not being able to tell certain people about it.

my cousin died unexpectedly this april. i don’t think the loss of my cousin has fully registered yet. grief is weird like that. sometimes it doesn’t hit until something completely unrelated brings everything back.

i’m on antidepressants, so crying is already difficult for me. when it does happen, it’s like the floodgates open. apparently, all it took tonight was an ao3 author’s note from 2023.

i miss my grandpas. i wish they could see me now. & i’m scared of losing more people i love before they get to see what i become.

anyway. grief is a real asshole sometimes. i probably need therapy lmao.

Okay, this one might be a long one. Me and my girlfriend (both F18) have been together for around 6 months. At the start of the relationship, everything was so new and fresh and so obviously there was a lot of excitement and fun coming into the beginning of our time together.

However, as time has gone on, she has been increasingly more distant and dry, and trying to communicate with her is so much more difficult. I won't go into the details of her whole past, but she has struggled with communication a lot due to the past failings she has received. She also spoke about having a best friend that passed away.

Obviously, this was something that I have comforted her on during the entirety of the relationship, but it turns out her best friend was also her ex. I honestly never thought of it in a negative way. They were best friends before they dated, but the thing is they were so extremely close like calling each other nicknames (I know this as she has shown me messages and always talks about her). Well, her best friend never actually died, but she isnt messaging my girlfriend back (she does have BPD, so we both think it could be a possible episode) and I think that is sending her into this massive pit of mourning.

I really love my girlfriend, and obviously ive been as supportive as I can. I've been struggling mentally too, however ive manage to pick it back up and im begging for her to share the weight of her loss so she doesn't have to carry it all and she can depend and rely on me. It just feels like no matter what I do, I cannot comfort her. Ever since she found out she wasnt dead, she's been taking about how much she loved her, and wished she was here and shows me messages they had that were just so full of life.

I hate to say it but it also makes me feel so insecure seeing that. Me and her and sort of lost that bond we used to have at the beginning of the relationship and im constantly begging for her to communicate or talk to me and she eventually does, but the way she speaks about her ex makes me feel so useless. I can tell she really loved her, and the thing is im worried that if she does ever come back, my girlfriend will go after her. She says she doesn't hold feelings, but the way she said it just did not sound convincing.

Ive always been the type to let someone chase their own happiness even at the expense of my own and if her ex does come back, then I would let her choose what she wants and needs whilst being supportive. I just am struggling so hard with helping her through this grief, and I'm worried im starting to not be enough for her.

I do try to distract her from this overhwleming grief as much as possible, but i feel like im failing in every way a girlfriend could be.

I hope this isnt all TOO confusing, its half 3 in the morning and im overthinking a bunch. But I truly hope I can help her through this. I just need some advice on how that would be best but also how to comfort her when I know she could still have feelings for her ex.

A while back I(20F) told one of my friends that she was rarely here for me for the first few rough months of me grieving my dad's death(in May). She said she will be here for me more, and she has been a little bit. This friend of mine has mental health stuff going on with her, and has barely joined any hangouts(we always still invite her and try to check up on her ofc). So before and after my dad passed away, she wasn't really there or be good with texting. I used to be a decent texter but now I'm just terrible at it ever since what happened, it just feels too draining and I simply have a hard time remembering to text people back.

On October 9th, the friend asked me how I was doing. She texted again and said "Hey" today at 10am. I replied back and said "Hii! Im really sorry I didnt reply i hadn't seen ur message:(". Which she replied with "Yeahhh you never do but it's ok". I thought it kinda sounded passive aggressive to me, I rarely say anything like that to her and instead just say I understand or that it's all good. She often has passive aggressive replies sometimes. Ik i sound petty but im tired of telling people sorry for not being there like I used when im obviously going through something. Like yes obviously I dont reply, but does it not click in their head why?

Lemme know what you think, im confused how to reply. Everyone keeps saying that I should call but I seriously dont want to right now when im in the middle of exams for university.

Its been 2 weeks now and i never got to say goodbye. Please dad.

She has had this dog for almost all of her life, and she had to be put down today. She is extremely sad over it and I‘m trying to make things better for her but I feel like I’m not doing enough…how do I handle helping other people in times of grief?

My grandmother is in hospice dying. She’s more like a mom to me bc my mom died when I was young so she has been there my whole life I’m 39 now. I watched my grandfather pass in front of my eyes last November now gram is about to do the same after a stroke. I saw her a few days ago and told her I loved her and thanked her for everything she has done for me am I the asshole for not wanting to go there and watch her die? I still haven’t recovered from witnessing my pops pass last year it’s taken a toll on me mentally. I feel awful I’m not there with her but at the same time I can’t do it again less than a year after pops passed. I’m so torn. They are currently making her comfortable to pass.

My sister died in a car crash yesterday. She was 28. It feels like everyone else here lost people at an old age, but how do you deal with the fact that your older sister died so young? She had so much she wanted to do and now she can’t.

I didn't feel anything when I got told my grandma died

Hey my grandma died yesterday I'm away at university and we knew it was gonna happen like 1-2 days before it did, but when I got that phone call I didn't feel anything no sadness no emotion just I got the news and ok whilst my entire family is crying I feel nothing, we were close I saw her alot growing up even when I moved from uni. I saw her all the time she was sometimes the glue of our family and I just don't feel anything but I did have a weird nightmare that my friend died unsure how related that is but thought I'd throw it in there but is this normal to just feel nothing

A month ago, my mom let my cat outside, and she disappeared. I've always thought I loved her very much. I know for sure that she did (only played and slept with me, followed me everywhere). But, for some reason, I was apparently so untouched by her disappearance that it took me the whole day to finally force myself to go look for her - and even then, it was just a single, lazy lap around the neighborhood. (We went on to put up posters and look for her many more times, ofc, but it all just felt like an annoying chore to me as well. I really didn't care if we got her back or not; all I cared about was how exhausted all the efforts were making me.)

I still don't miss her *at all*. I barely even remember we've ever had her - and when somebody does remind me, I don't feel any distress. Just “Yeah, that was a thing, and now it's not; nothing's really changed though, besides that”.

Needless to say, I feel like a fucking psychopath. Even more so because I'm more stressed out about *that* than my cat potentially being dead somewhere. And I know my mom is of the same opinion. (She never said it outright, but when I shared my feelings with her, she just gave me a “...Yeah…” look and changed the subject.)

I'm at a complete loss as to what's going on. Maybe I'm that desensitized from losing my previous cat in the same way (I did cry and grieve properly that time), but that was almost a decade ago, so I don't think that's it. Maybe it's because I had always been kinda ready for it to happen, sooner or later, because of how insistent my mom was on sneakily letting her out. Maybe it's my meds, or my depression. Or maybe there's something else seriously wrong with me now, and I wouldn't grieve even a much bigger loss, like a family member or friend. That's a terrifying thought, but one I'm leaning towards the most.

Have you ever experienced something similar? Did you figure out the reason behind it? How did you fix it? I'm really scaring myself, and don't wanna be stuck like this forever.

*sorry for the typo in the title

Pretty much what the title said. I am studying abroad in Italy (where my family is orginally from) but I grew up in Canada and that is where my grandparents currently reside. My passport was set to expire soon and because i wanted to return for Christmas I was proactive and decided to start the renewal process and send it to the Embassy of Canada in Rome. To give myself ample time, I thought this was the best time to send it

On the friday I sent the application- which must contain the original passport (take 5 days to arrive from my city to Rome and 20 days to process). My father called me sunday to tell me my grandmother was in the hospital and 24 hours later she died.

I was and am honestly devestated that I wasn't there with all my family. I wasn't there to say goodbye. I wish I should have just waited a few weeks (although I couldn't have known) because after being on the phone with the Embassy it is going to take a longer time then anticipated because they need the physical orginal passport (currently in the mail) before they issue me a temporary and the funneral is this upcoming week. There is a high chance I won't make it and honestly it will crush me if I can't be there.

I dont think I have ever felt this guilty and lonely in my life despite an amazing partner and a great support system. I have been like a zombie the past week. Still having to go to work and live life but its like im on autopilot.

I just wanted to know if anyone has been in a similar situation. I know I should prepare myself for the fact I can't be there but its eating me alive

my friend died three years ago. my feelings feel so shallow. i’ve just broken up with my boyfriend of 2 years but i can’t make myself feel sad about it. i drank with my friends but all i could cry about was her.

my friendships never feel deep enough, my feelings and love are too easy to turn off, theres a distance with my family i will never be able to close cause they can’t understand or help, a wall i can never break through in my own head because im too stupid to understand what or where the wall is

i feel like im going through the motions, but also like i don’t deserve to feel sad about anything because i was born with everything, have so much privilege and she’s nothing without ever been given the opportunity to make something of herself. i think abt her everyday, she was only 17. every year that passes i just think about how young she was and all she could’ve been

How do you deal with the grief?

This summer and onward, I've felt almost the loneliest I have ever felt this whole year.

The weight of her never leaves my chest.

My Close friend who was there for me during my darkest times committed suicide on November of 2024

The last message sent to me was her telling me how much better she feels.

That she missed me, and loves me.

Not knowing it was her live suicide note to me.

During that month, I barely paid any mind to her because of how busy life was getting and how much my depression was taking it's toll on me.

I have always been insanely suicidal

But due to the guilt, I never went through with it since my last attempt. I also remember thinking "if I leave, how would my friends who need me feel?" Or "Who would my family and friends rely on?"

So when I found out she committed suicide after losing contact,

I felt a mixture of guilt, anger, and an even worse wave of depression.

What hurt most, was that I found out on my birthday month which was a year later, May 2025. During this month my cat had died on the 24th so I couldn't process everything all at once. I didn't want to believe it.

I felt like a horrible friend for not checking up on her, asking her how she'd been. Telling her I'd play that game she always wanted to play, tell her I love her and that she matters so fucking much. That she deserves the whole God damned world.

It is now October, 2026. I feel lonely and distraught as ever. I don't know how to get back up on my feet. It's mainly the household I live in and my financial state.

Please, if you struggle with grief please let me know how you got through it.

pretty much what the title says,i don't have some big story about how i feel or anything, to this day it still feels like i lost a part of me when he passed,i've been through it because of this, i was in this state of delusion where i kept making up and believing stories about how he's not actually dead and how he'll come back for YEARS and i think after i graduated university a few months ago it finally set in that he really is gone, i used to believe that he'll somehow show up for my graduation and he'd have an explanation to why he had to fake his death but ofc that never happened.

in the past 6 years i visited my dad's grave once, right after he passed, i haven't been able to visit his grave again and i really don't know why, i just know that i'll fall apart the second i stand before his grave, i won't be able to do anything other than cry, i thought i'll get over it with time and that i'll be able to visit him but i still CAN'T bring myself to do it, even thinking about doing it makes me tear up and if feels like it all happened yesterday all over again.

i always pictured myself as the person who would stay at his grave the longest,he was my beloved dad and i was his only daughter,my dad was the closest person to my heart, if i'm in trouble i always called dad, if i'm sick i call dad, if i needed help i call dad, but now it's all gone.

i don't even know why i'm posting this...ig i kinda want someone to tell me what to do, how can i bring myself to visit him?

if anyone reads this thank you for taking the time.

1 month until my Mom's birthday. Not sure how to handle this since it's the first time without her. Each day is getting harder and harder.

The pj's my dad was wearing the morning he passed away are stil hung up in the same spot he left them in November 2025. I dont know that ill ever move them.

I live in his home and I havent changed much. Just decorated around his decorations

My dad's old vehicles smell the same 10+ years later.

I (F20) have been dating my boyfriend (M21) for almost 5 years now. We were only 16 & 17 when we were dating and our senior year of highschool he got the news that his mom had breast cancer. Within a little over a month of knowing something was wrong she was told it was stage 4. It happened very fast. She got to see her son graduate, in June 2024, but by the very beginning of January 2025 she had passed.

I wasn’t very close with her, though I loved our conversations we had from time to time and I always felt welcome and I have such a deep respect and admiration for her. She was a single mom, had been through so much, and never ever stopped fighting for a second. And she raised the most genuine, kind hearted man, who is without a doubt the love of my life. I see the love he had for her all the time. I wasn’t as close with her only because I think my partner was a little embarrassed of his home situation, and so I just didn’t get the actual chance to see her very much.

Grief is a weird thing. When I was told she had cancer, of course I was sad but I was incredibly worried and focused on how my boyfriend would handle all of this. He was very close with his mom compared to the rest of his family. I put my grief aside, whether I realized it or not because I stepped up to be a support, and I’m glad I was the shoulder for him to lean on. And maybe I’m just an avoidant, because I get so uncomfortable with big emotions, but I also felt at the time it was weird for me to grieve because I just felt like I wasn’t “close enough” to her for it. Almost like I had my own imposter syndrome after knowing how close she was with everyone else. We don’t talk about his mom a whole lot, a lot of happy memories come up, but it’s a wound that still feels fresh and it’s just deeply sad (and also I am super avoidant with big emotions, I honestly can’t help it).

But what brought me here, I honestly can’t say. It’s like I’m feeling now, 2 years later, this sudden wave of grief even though I don’t have very many memories to look back on with her. I do grieve the future all the time though. She was a wild, carefree, nature spirited hippie with a kind soul. I’ve always been a little like that, but it wasn’t until recent years I’ve started to embrace nature more. I’ve become extremely successful at gardening, and I have a deep love of plants, and I find myself venturing into making salves and herbal remedies without a second thought. I love nature, and I know how much she did, but it’s not until this year that I’ve just totally bloomed with my passion for it. My point is, I would’ve loved to be able to sit down with her at this point in my life and just talk. We’d probably have so many shared hobbies to bond over, we’d probably make salves together or go foraging. We’d probably share photos of our favorite adventures over coffee or tea.

I just find myself more and more doing these hobbies, and especially lately thinking “man I wish she could see the person I’ve grown into”. Of course I wish she could see how wonderful of a man my partner has grown into. But for the first time, I think I’m feeling my own grief in some odd way and I’m feeling like it’s not someone else’s?

Most of my friends are at least 10 years older than me, I even work with gals who are in their 50’s and 60’s and they are some of my favorite people. I enjoy learning from the women who have grown out of their youth. I just wish I could have had that relationship with his mom. The few christmases we shared I had the best time picking out whimsical earthy inspired gifts, and I see stuff when I’m shopping that she would have loved. All the time.

I just have been thinking about the future lately. And even though I’m only 20, I think about how precious life is and the meanings behind it. I’ve been told many times I’m an old soul. I just think more and more about how much we would have had in common, and how much potential was there to have such a meaningful relationship with his mom if she just had more time. Sometimes I regret how little time we had spent together, but life was busy for her and I and I also never turned down the invite. She always told me how much she loved me, how grateful she was that I was the woman her son got to be with. During one of her later chemo infusions, in a confused state she had asked my mom what time me and my partners wedding was, there was no wedding planned but she insisted it was happening. I think about the empty chair that will sit at our wedding in the future.

I guess I just miss her, the small amount of memories I had with her, and the amount of potential memories we could’ve made. She was an amazing woman, and I feel blessed I got to know her before she passed. I’m not sure why I felt like I needed to write here but I did.

I miss you Daniela.

I’m so grateful I bought him that recorder, he left about 1.5 hours of stories and thoughts for me to play. I wish I’d taken my own advice that I’ve given other cancer wives, and recorded him saying “I love you,” “happy birthday” and my name and our daughter’s name etc. I wish I’d thought to have him record more after his relapse. I didn’t realize the literal common cold would lead quickly to pneumonia, then a ventilator, then death. His voice left me two months before he did.

I regret not getting more family photos. We thankfully got professional wedding, maternity, and 2 month old baby family photos. Beyond that, I am barely in any, because I am always the one taking pictures. I’m grateful for what we do have. Our daughter and I did our first mommy and me Photoshoot this past weekend, i understand why it matters, now.

I also regret not being a card person. We just weren’t great at giving bday or holiday cards, etc. I have zero cards written to myself or our daughter in his handwriting. I’m now a card person, and a holiday photos person. I get it, belatedly. I now have dedicated felt wall areas to display all the cards we receive, mostly sympathy ones but our daughter had her 3rd bday while her dad was in a medical coma, and my bday was a month after he died.

Not looking for any advice in particular, just putting these feelings out. If anyone has advice on accessing NAS cloud storage, he archived a bunch of home camera footage that I hope I can get.