a few weeks ago my grandmother died. And last June my grandfather died too. Both of my dads parents. He’s is not having a good time with it. Obviously, because who would? Even if you hated your parents. You’re still going to grieve anyway.
my dad told me tonight after a few Mai tais that he felt alone after his mother died. That I should’ve taken a leave from work to stay home and support him. That I didn’t do enough. Well when he was drunk crying after she died I was there when he finally opened up. I asked him how he was everyday. I was there. I did what I was supposed to do. I supported him when he was crying about not giving his mother what she wanted for her funeral when his wife started to berate him and tell him to “knock it off”.
I was there for my father.
he told me tonight that I didn’t do enough for him. None of us did.
but I sat there and defended myself. I explained to him what I did.
he interrupts and said “it’s partially my fault” I asked why. He said “I never taught you kids how to grieve the right way. We never really had to deal with this kind of close tragedy”
“I have. I dealt with it before any of you. And don’t tell me you grieved like this before because I know you hadn’t. I am telling you that I dealt with a real tragedy and I know what happens. Everything everyone else does will NEVER be good enough. I know I did what I had to. And you’ll look back and Know I did too. But right now you’re going to start pushing people away and blame them for how you’re feeling. Blame them for not doing enough. But nothing they do will take away the pain. There is no right way to grieve. But I will tel you please don’t push anyone away.”
and he said “you’re right”
I taught my parents something today about life. About adulting. What does that mean? Am I a true adult now?