Grieving: Mending my broken heart

My broken heart just really needs a big cuddle right now and I need to learn how to do that for myself.

It’s been three weeks now since my dad died. I’d been doing pretty well until last week, keeping strong and ploughing on. I’ve been outwardly cheery and strong to the point where you’d think nothing of any consequence had happened in my life. 

The first couple of weeks after someone dies you’re busy. You’ve got stuff to do, people to talk to, arrangements to make. Then it all stops and the world carries on without you.

Last week the world quietly took itself off pause and carried on and I crumbled. I crumbled and touched the edge of the abyss and I scared myself. Last week there was time and space for me to open the door a little bit on my grief. I shone a light inside and saw that my heart was broken. I have an utterly broken heart.

I don’t know how to mend my broken heart. Everyone says that time is a healer. I’ve been quoted three months to get over the shock, one year to get through the first tranche of painful anniversary memories and three years to get over it properly. I’m taking it one day at a time and for the record I don’t think I’ll ever get over it.

I am excellent at compartmentalising things. I put little lumps of feelings, painful experiences, whatever, in boxes in my mind and when I’m feeling strong enough I take one down off the shelf and look inside. Sometimes I have a rummage about and wonder what the fuss was about, sometimes I slam the lid shut for it never to be opened again. 

I think this is a box that will become very well worn over time. I’ll take it down, open it a bit, deal with whatever pain and sorrow I can and then close it and put it back where it come from. I also know the box next to it on the shelf contains a whole load of really wonderful, special memories of my dad too. I’ll try and open that box and share its contents as much as I can too.

I love my dad. He was one of the biggest and brightest stars in my universe. I will always love him and I will always miss him and I’m going to try very hard not to fall into the abyss again. He told one of his friends that I was one of the strongest people he knew and I’m going to try and make that true.

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3 responses to “Grieving: Mending my broken heart


    Oh Jane – this all makes sense and it’s great you can express it. I feel for you so much. After 2 years I think I was in. Much better place but 6 years on I still cry randomly with the sheer loss of it. Sending you lots of love xx

  2. Sending you love and hugs!
    Time is a healer….It may not feel like it now but things will get not better but easier. xxxx

  3. Nell Westwood

    The thing about putting emotions in boxes is that sometimes the boxes open when you don’t expect it. My parents died, within three months of each other, at a time when I was struggling with other problems and just had to keep going. A few months later my cat died and I was flattened by the waves of incredibly intense anguish. I loved my cat and would have cried and mourned him anyway, but even I could tell that this intensity of grief was out of proportion and I eventually realised that I was finally grieving for my parents. It passes and you heal but expect it to rise up and grab you from time to time.

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