I need to figure out how to start living my life again

We buried my grandmother this morning, and that was really hard. She was the last grandparent on both sides of our family, and now that entire generation is gone.

I don’t think that this has really set in yet, but it will hit me at some point very soon.

Something that I took away from today is that I spend far too much time worrying about how short life is. I worry about burning through my time on this Earth, and it’s depressing.



I’m not very religious, but one thing that really stuck with me from the sermon at her funeral today is that I need to stop worrying about how short life is and start living it instead.

I’m struggling with that a lot recently, and it’s something I need to work on. We have experienced a great deal of loss in a very short amount of time, and that makes it harder to process or grieve.

I need to focus on living my life and taking advantage of the time I have. This is going to be a work in progress, but I need to make a serious effort to do this.

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  1. Losing a loved one does make us look at our own mortality. My grandma lived until she was 96. However, the last 6 years weren’t worth it (dementia). So I’d be good with 90.

    I’ve suffered loss, but not of the people closest to me now.
    I felt close to my late parents. Still, if one of my siblings dies it’s going to be bad. I’m old enough to be your mom, Rob, and loss never gets easier.

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