You're never too far from a helping hand

You're never too far from a helping hand

Friday, April 16, 2010

Grief: My Personal Experience.

Grief: My Personal Experience
After the sudden death of my father on September 24, 1997, I thought everything was over for me and my family. As a child, I couldn’t imagine how my mother, brothers and I were going to survive in his absence. I became unhappy, unwilling to talk and sad, I couldn’t understand why my father had to go. I hated seeing my mother unhappy; I didn’t really want to see pictures of him or even talk about him. Seeing my friend’s father drop her off at school everyday rekindled my sorrows, hearing other classmates and friends talk about their fathers made me sad. As I grew older, I began to come to terms with the loss of my father; I started to share how I felt with my family and friends. At that time I didn’t have a support group to visit or anyone counsel me, but I was fortunate to have a family who was very supportive. We shared our thoughts amongst ourselves and remembered the good times we had while he was with us. Now I can share my experience with others without the anger and unhappiness I once felt.
Although, it s been 13 years since I lost my father, I still miss him and the love and support he had for me. I recently realized that it is okay to revisit the loss of a loved especially during major events and now when I remember his death, I don’t feel as bad as I used to. I personally believe that the best part of bereavement is the point of resolution where one can manage the absence of a deceased loved one.
Temitope Ajayi

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