I guess I deal with it pretty "ok" for lack of a better word.
Suppose I look at the positives and the change the passing of someone brings rather than mope around. But then again, I've blogged and posted about my mom's imminent passing a while ago and it's probably a rational take on it, the way I deal with it.
Perhaps I'm a bit cold in that regard, but if someone is not of direct use to me, I detach myself from them and I dont feel emotionally involved with whatever they have going on. Seeing as my mom was very ill anyway (and with no prospect to improve), I kinda struggled to find something worthwhile about her being around. I kinda rationalize that if I talk about her passing... perhaps worded a bit less harsh.
Whenever I attend a funeral or so, I feel so detached from anyone attending. It feels more like I'm there, just because it's what you're supposed to do (but then again, I only attend funerals of close family) but I probably just keep a pokerface to not make people uncomfortable by showing some kind of emotion people think is misplaced at such an event.
I also have a front row seat seeing what grief does to others. My dad struggles with it a lot still, but I suppose, he's been with my mom a lot more and has a different bond with her than me. I mean, I'm merely close to her because it's my mom (which is pretty much the same philosophy I have when it comes to dealing with family vs. dealing with friends. Friends you choose... family, you just end up with). And no matter how much I talk to him and try to rationalize it, he struggles to sleep properly and such...
Suppose I look at the positives and the change the passing of someone brings rather than mope around. But then again, I've blogged and posted about my mom's imminent passing a while ago and it's probably a rational take on it, the way I deal with it.
Perhaps I'm a bit cold in that regard, but if someone is not of direct use to me, I detach myself from them and I dont feel emotionally involved with whatever they have going on. Seeing as my mom was very ill anyway (and with no prospect to improve), I kinda struggled to find something worthwhile about her being around. I kinda rationalize that if I talk about her passing... perhaps worded a bit less harsh.
Whenever I attend a funeral or so, I feel so detached from anyone attending. It feels more like I'm there, just because it's what you're supposed to do (but then again, I only attend funerals of close family) but I probably just keep a pokerface to not make people uncomfortable by showing some kind of emotion people think is misplaced at such an event.
I also have a front row seat seeing what grief does to others. My dad struggles with it a lot still, but I suppose, he's been with my mom a lot more and has a different bond with her than me. I mean, I'm merely close to her because it's my mom (which is pretty much the same philosophy I have when it comes to dealing with family vs. dealing with friends. Friends you choose... family, you just end up with). And no matter how much I talk to him and try to rationalize it, he struggles to sleep properly and such...