My mother finally passed about 4 days ago.
It was quite a relief that she finally passed. It is awful to see anyone suffering in that way towards the end. Most of the time she was drugged up and probably not suffering. But occasionally it was the breathing problems she would experience.
I was relieved that she passed finally after having such a low quality of life for a long time.
I was not sure how my grief experience would be. Surprisingly, I have shed a few tears in a spontaneous uncontrolled way which I never expected. I'm not sure if I am grieving at her loss, or the loss of a parent I should have had or just at the general sadness of the situation.
I spoke briefly at the funeral. I shed a lot of tears trying to prepare what I was going to say but managed to hold it together when I spoke. I think it was all the trial runs I did in private that neutralised the emotion of it.
It is a strange kind of grief. I don't feel like I have lost anything as such. Nothing in a practical sense. My mother was never a source of support in my life. So, there was already a void there, There was not really much of a relationship there as such. I do think, what have I really lost? There hasn't been anything there for me for the last 30 years. For a very long time prior to the dementia. For the vast majority if my life. So, its somewhat of a nothing. But still, I think I am experiencing some kind of grief. Maybe its just the bringing up of negative past memories in my mind,. Or it might just be the loss of a parent brings up grief even if there was no relationship there.
I do think though that I will probably have gotten over the grief within a few days. And more or less have forgotten about it. Nothing has really changed in my life in practical terms.
Has anyone else experienced grief of someone you had a bad relationship with? A parent in particular? How was it for you?
Sorry for your loss.
Yes, I have experienced the exact same thing. I mourned the loss of my mama while she was still alive. Her mind had been "gone" for sooo long. I learned early-on during caregiving for her that I was "grieving the loss of the mother I never had." There is a lot more, but I'll stop here.
I wish you well.
I felt very sad that my dad died. I mourned that there would never be a chance for the relationship to be healthy. All hope was gone, because with breath there is hope for change and that was what I feel like I lost when he died.
I am not a hateful person, but actually quite the opposite, but after enduring years of sexual abuse by my father, and my mother doing nothing to protect me, I, after forgiving them many years later, found myself with no feelings towards them what so ever. So when they died, it was almost like they were strangers to me, which made it easier for me.
I am sorry for your loss, and however you choose to deal with it, is up to you. Just don't be in denial.
That is quite similar for me. It feels a bit more than a stranger for me. But more like a distant acquaintance, who I have never forgiven for the past.
There is no right way or wrong way to grieve the loss of a parent. We all have to honor how we feel and think in the moment.
I never had the closest relationship with my father. I tried to do what I could to make him comfortable and happy but it never seemed to be enough. I never got the words I wanted from him. His passing knocked me down and I was the rawest I've ever been in my life. It's been almost 5 years and there are still days I wish things could have been different. Knowing I didn't fix things before his passing is very hard.
Give yourself lots of time to process.
Fate, being a fickle b*,tch, left it to me to care for my mom after she had a stroke. No help from either sister.
I took care of her, not out of love, but because of responsibility. I cried a couple of times after she died, but in all honesty, mostly from relief, thinking now I have my life back.
Strangely, I have occasional nightmares, where mom and my sisters are doing something and they won't let me join in. Or they abandon me in a scary place.
SO MANY bad memories and trauma with her--I cried enough as a child/teen/young adult that I don't think I have any tears left. I will have to speak at her funeral, if she ever passes, and I bet I don't shed a single tear.
If that sounds cold, well, maybe I am. Mostly I am so tired of the drama and infighting she's created and the favoritism she's shown the other sibs over me--and the neglect of working on a relationship with me.
I think I always thought I had forever to figure out how to treat her--but she's getting more dotty as the days pass and the little I see her--it's not pleasant and 'fun' it's sheer duty.
I went through cancer and she never once called me, nor sent a card, nor inquired of my sibs if I was OK. (I wasn't, nobody is during chemo!) and it would have been nice to get a card once in 16 months. That kind of cemented my belief that she didn't care much for me.
LOTS of therapy has passed by and I have come to understand that you cannot MAKE someone love you, or even care about you.
You've had a loss, to be sure. But most of the loss occurred before mom died. THAT I regret, as time passes. Mom is too 'out of it' to really talk to anymore and I have no desire to try to connect with her.
I don't have the desire or energy to try to figure her out. Too much pain has passed and I am tired.
Of course there are societal expectations of how we should feel/act. Don't let those get to you--grief is very personal. And everyone shows it in different ways.
I don’t regret never seeing her again. I was relieved when she died and I don’t miss her. You can’t miss what you never had. You feel how you feel. We all have different relationships with our mothers.
Four days ago is not long. I woukd expect some conflicted and complicated feelings to surface in the coming months. Best to sit with them and allow them to resolve with time.
I don't know how or if you conceive of an afterlife or eternal life but one aspect of that for me is the possibility of being freed from my character flaws, blind spots, and earthly limitations and coming to a place of greater understanding. I find a great deal of comfort in that.
Death is sad no matter who died.
Your sadness is just due to the fact there was really nothing of a relationship before and that you probably feel sad that it was like that and now you have to accept there will never be one
I’m guessing this is just the messy part of life that people refer to. I’m trying hard to learn from it. I walk around feeling a big old heartache most of the time. Your answer is helpful today.
Stage 1 - Denial - the feeling of numbness that this loss isn't "real"
Stage 2 - Anger - the feeling that this "loss" isn't fair or somebody is to blame
Stage 3 - Bargaining - the ineffective efforts to bring back what was "lost"
Stage 4 - Depression - the feelings of sadness and regret when realize the "loss" is permanent
Stage 5 - Acceptance - the feelings of peace that comes when OK with the "loss" and going forward with your life
In some ways, you have probably already processed all of these stages since you had the "loss of a mother" in your life since she wasn't really able to be the parent you needed. In other ways, you are experiencing fresh grief dealing with the loss of her as a person in your life.
Some have said that the depth of grief is related to the depth of the relationship. I am not sure that this is an accurate statement. I actually believe all deaths can be placed into 2 categories: "death you wish for" and "death others are comfortable with." "The death you wish for" is being alive and healthy and just dropping dead suddenly: no pain, no illness, no long debility. Family and friends hate this type of death since they are not prepared to lose you. The experience traumatic grief. "The death others are comfortable with" is protracted, lingering, slow and painful loss of ability until you take your final breath. Family and friends are more comfortable with this death since they hate to see you suffer and find death a release from that suffering. Unfortunately, this means an agonizing existence at the end of your life until you succumb. Since it appears your mom had the "long death process" you may have already grieved the loss of her awhile back and have only a few stages to reconcile.
But those mental issues (which ranged from wild mood swings, to delusional thinking, to strong anxiety and paranoia, among others) made dealing with her extremely difficult, and her go-to reaction to anything was to lash out, blame, accuse, shame, demean, condescend etc. She was very controlling, critical, divisive (triangulating drama between me and my sibs), somewhat narcissistic, judgmental, and verbally, emotionally and occassionally physically abusive. She had a real hard time with appropriate boundaries and I had to work very hard to maintain any normal sense of self, self-esteem, and peace - which largely meant keeping her at bay as much as possible. And the more I tried to do that the more she tried to bust boundaries.
I know you will be utterly unsurprised that out of her 3 kids it fell to me to care for her on inhome hospice the last few months of her life. It was mentally and physically the most difficult thing I've ever done. I didn't want to be there, dealing with her needs up close and personal. I got very minimal help/relief from the sibs - one for work reasons that precluded his ability to be there more, and the other, who prioritized the needs of her church over those of my mom. And her being on hospice didn't take a whole lot of the fight out of her, either, til the very end.
Like most people here, I felt mostly a sense of relief that this difficult person was gone from my life for good and release from the overstressed life I'd been living trying to hold down a full-time job from home and caring for her and meeting her demands (she treated me like hired help, essentially). But I found I also grieved - not so much for the loss of HER, per se, but the loss of the relationship we never had and now, will never have. It's not like I didn't try with her - I did. But I also refused to let her bully and control me and thus everything was a struggle. I know she loved me in her own way but it just wasn't enough. And she made herself unlovable. Literally no one in our family was sorry to see her go. We just felt like we had to do the right thing and take care of our own - and she didn't want to go into a nursing home.
My dad was a saint, I don't know how he dealt with her as long as he did. I suspect he would have left at some point, but given how custody laws used to be, I'm sure he didn't want to risk leaving us with her alone, and having to support two households on top of that on a printer's salary (mom was always so unstable she couldn't hold down a job).
So I feel your sadness and confusion. But given the circumstances it's totally understandable and expected. Prayers to you, and peace.
Although my situation was different than yours, my Mom was just the opposite, a SmotherMother and very controlling, I feel I understand some of what you say.
When my Mom died I tried to understand the immense grief I felt.
It was mixed with a bit of relief, first because it was over, second because she was no longer suffering.
But there was more and I was able to describe it, in time, as grief over her death, grief over her life ( which had been a very painful one) and grief for my life with her. And, the life I never had with her.
The passing of your Mother, whatever the relationship was or wasn’t, is also a passage for us, to our own mortality.
It took me every bit of 2 years to grieve my Moms death. Then, the darkness lifted and I went on.
Allow yourself to feel — whatever it is you feel. If it’s grief, cry. If it’s anger, allow it. If there is any shred at all of her Mothering you, acknowledge it. A picture of her holding you as a baby, a baby shoe she kept, anything. You may not believe it but there was feeling there. Someone held, fed you, changed you. Maybe that was all she had to give.
You sound like an intelligent and caring person. That is your tribute to her.
And yes, in spite of everything, it’s ok to love her. She was your Mom.
I still tear up a bit when I remember that dream.
Now I am looking at another situation that could be similar. If he dies before I do, I wonder how I will react at his funeral. When everyone is hugging me and giving their condolences, how do I appear to be truly sad? Will I be sad? Maybe it will be like my mom's funeral, and I will cry over what could have been and what should not have been.
Anyway, I do feel for you, and I'm sorry you had a difficult time with your mom.
I will say a prayer for you.