#loss of a parent

[minettas-ploy]

#these sad angsty heartbreaking ones are the ones i love to make the most #:( #kit tanthalos #heartbroken kit tanthalos #willow txt #willow 2022 #kit x madmartigan #i will forever be heartbroken about this #what is devastating is not only the look on kit's face but also the one on jade's #fuck :( #i love breaking my heart huh with these #I'm certainly the expert of breaking my own heart by making these #idk why im so sensitive when it comes to these issues #grief #loss #grief and loss #loss of a parent #willow #willow textposts #willow text post #willow disney+

[abellinthecupboard]

Maria Callas

Because my mother loves you, you sing in my apartment. An aria ends drip-drying. The first breath is the cleaver, rising. Then the rupture from you goes– That is what you do. Your vocal cords weathered decades ago, and today, a wedlocked immigrant’s daughter cradles her phone to hear you. The apartment condenses with your call. Even so, you are only to be listened to in moments when I miss her. For if brought out too often, just as any gold-rimmed porcelain becomes a dinner plate you shall only be a voice.

— Haro Lee, featured in Pine Hills Review (source)

#Maria Callas #Haro Lee #Pine Hills Review #poetry #writing #literature #opera #loss of a parent #poets on tumblr

[ikaishere]

Chapter 1 - denial.

trigger warnings - loss of a parent, talk about hospitals, alcohol, grief, death.

backstory for modern au sky part one, as you probably figured, it will be a five parter:) meanings behind flowers: page 3: marrigolds, grief page 5: white lilies, innocence. here: loss of it.

#linked universe #lu #lu sky #modern au #ika's modern au #tw: #death #loss of a parent #hospitals #alcohol #tw: death

[badastronaut27]

Trigger warnings in the tags

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#grief and loss #memory loss #loss of a parent #john hancock fallout 4 #hancock fallout 4 #fallout 4 fan comic

[fanfic-lover-girl]

Shredder Defeats Splinter ⚔️ | Full Scene | Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

I’m still on my TMNT 2012 nostalgia trip! Don’t judge me lol. 

There are a few things I realized about Splinter’s sad death scene that make it even more painful on rewatching it:

After Raph and April’s initial screams when Splinter is impaled, there is no music or other distracting sounds. Just Splinter painfully wheezing for a few seconds. What a brutal way to die.

When you cut to Splinter lying on the ground after Shredder tosses him, it looks like Splinter is breathing rapidly! If I had not watched the show before, it would have given me a false sense of hope. Either this is an animation error or Splinter was alive for a few moments after hitting the ground. Does anyone else see this or are my eyes playing tricks on me??

Mikey and Splinter had no real moments together. Just look at Mikey’s memory with Splinter. That moment was not about Mikey, but Donnie. In that scene, Splinter was teaching Donnie about fighting without thinking and Mikey was just used as a demonstration. How tragic. All of Mikey’s major storylines have no or little Splinter involvement whatsoever.

Leo’s memory is the only one that features Splinter smiling. I do not know whether it conveys favouritism or ends the memories on a sweet note. 

Mikey calling Splinter ‘Papa’ hurts so much. Calling Splinter ‘Father’ was already rare in the series. When did Splinter stop making the turtles address him as a parent?! We did not see much of Splinter being a casual dad with his sons. 

#youtube #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2012 season 4 #tmnt 2012 splinter #splinter death #tmnt 2012 leo #tmnt 2012 raph #tmnt 2012 donnie #tmnt 2012 mikey #loss of a parent #parent child relationship #hamato yoshi #splinter and mikey's relationship was underdeveloped #final tmnt 2012 shredder vs splinter fight #shredder was thrown into the trash where he belongs

[crowliphale]

and such a, pretty garden,

#artwork #my art #crow does art #ace attorney #trucy wright #miles edgeworth #dadworth #phoenix wright ace attorney #phoenix wright #angst #loss of a parent #man im really hitting directly in the feels today sorry guys #traditional art

[barbi3-bitches]

Please please help if you can,

Anything will be greatly appreciated!! ❤️

Please share as well, thank you for your kindness in this tough time

#cancer #loss #memorial #in memoriam #loss of a parent #loss of a loved one #chemotherapy #immunotherapy #ukraine #ukrainian tumblr #gofundme #vichnaya pamyat #kidney health #kidney cancer #health #medicine #oncology #grief

[gallavichismyjam]

I've been a bit quiet recently. My mum suddenly passed away last month and it was a huge shock. She hadn't been ill and was relatively young, having only retired last year. My mum was a single mother raising 2 kids without any financial support from my dad, and managed to send both me and my brother to university where we both got masters degrees. I know how immensely proud of us she was, especially with us coming from a deprived area and there not being big expectations for kids of single mums.

She had to work several jobs to keep food on the table and never complained, and never bad mouthed my dad (even though I made up for that as an adult); she just got on with it. I'm so happy that I was able to bring such happiness to her life with my kids as she relished in being a nanna, and loved having them to stay every weekend.

I hope she knew how deeply she was loved, and continues to be. The world is a much duller place with her gone 💔

#bereavement #loss of a parent #grief

[minettas-ploy]

#kit tanthalos #kit x madmartigan #willow 2022 #grief and loss #loss of a parent #:( #willow txt #willow textposts #willow #willow text post #willow disney+

[delicateporcelaindoll]

Grief

I am so miserable

I just want to crawl in a hole

And never come out

Does that sound reasonable to you

How am I expected to cope with my grief

It’s not as easy as it seems

I just want to be left alone

Leave me be

To rot away in my own misery

Why must people bother me

When they don’t intend on following through

Stop with the fake pleasantries

You’re ruining my mood

Even more

Why would you

Invade my space

With your empty words

Of phoney care and concern

You just want me to be alright

So you can use my brightness

As a light

For your own darkness

You don’t really care about me

Just leave me here in my grief

It’s where I need to be

And if you really cared for me

You’d understand that

You wouldn’t demand

That I speed up the

Process of my grief

I know it’s messy

But imagine how hard it is for me

For a second

Put yourself in my shoes

Do you really think I’d choose

To be this way

Do you really think I want this for me

I don’t have a handle on this quite yet

Imagine how hard it is for me

To wake up every day

Having to realize

Over and over

That my mother

Has gone away

Imagine how hard it is for me

To breathe

When she no longer gets to

How am I supposed to

Make new memories

When I have enough

To last me centuries

I’m tired and I just want to sleep

For an eternity

But even that wouldn’t be enough

To replenish me

Even that wouldn’t take away

Any of my pain

Imagine how hard it is for me

Without the woman who carried me

In her body

For nine months

How is it fair

That I’m still here

And she is somewhere

Else

That isn’t here

With me

And her family

Imagine how hard it is for me

To have faith

When all I want to do

Is escape

My reality

I miss my mom

I just want to talk to her

I want to hear her voice

I wish she could tell me

Everything is going to be alright

She was so beautiful

Her favourite colour was blue

I wish that I knew

Her

More deeply

But I thought I had more time

I thought that at some point

I would be ready

To let her know me

I never could’ve guessed

I wouldn’t get that chance

I miss the way she smelled

And the way she did her hair

I miss the way she dressed

And how she never cared

To impress anyone

She was so sure of herself

So confident

And free

I can only hope

She’s at peace

Wherever she may be

Leave me be to rot away in my grief

For as long as I please

It is mine to keep

And you can’t take that away from me

I lost my mother in November. I’m still having a hard time processing it. I hate this so much.

#grief poem #dealing with grief #grief/mourning #grief poetry #grief #grieving #grief quotes #writer and poets #my poetey #poems and poetry #poem #poems #poetry #heartache #loss #loss of a loved one #loss of a parent #author #writerscommunity #my poem

[cult-of-the-eye]

My mum used to study for her consultancy exam in my room. In the yellow glow of the light and surrounded by her lulling consonants of ophthalmology, I would fall asleep. Her attention was nowhere near me but all I needed was a hand on my forehead and another whispering about corneas into the semi-darkness, as if it would save us all. Now I can't sleep without sounds of pages turning and I can't bring myself to pick up her textbooks from my floor. I dream of her back to me, I dream of her, back to me.

#poems and poetry #original poem #grief #tw grief #loss of a parent

[stars-of-kyber]

Faithfully Chapter 5: Right down the line's been you and me

He could feel Simon and Ben’s worried eyes on his as he moved a few steps away and brought the phone to his ear. His family was aware he was busy and not to call unless it was an emergency.

“Mum?” Anthony’s voice shook as he spoke into the screen.

“Oh, thank God.” Something was really wrong. “Anthony, dear, something’s happened.”

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Tragedy strikes the Sharma family and Anthony tries to help Kate deal with her grief.

Well, folks, here we are another Monday. I have one more Faithfully Chapter ready to go for next Monday and then I'll see how it goes with the regular updates.

TW: LOSS OF A PARENT

This chapter is SAD. I cried, like actually fully cried writing it (only done it once before, while writing Lockdown). If talking about losing a loved one and grief is not your thing, maybe sit this one out. We'll be back to the fluffy fluff next week!

To my girlies, who helped me out with this... You have my all-time love and thanks, you are all amazing and I wouldn't be doing this without you hearing me blab on and on. Thank you dolls <3

Enjoy!

#my writing #bridgerton #kathony #anthony bridgerton #kate sharma #rockstar!au #faithfully #faithfully au #Loss of a parent #RIP Arjun Sharma you were a really nice dude I'm sad every time I have to kill you #grief #angsty #Anthony's there for his girl

[badastronaut27]

Okay so I’ve started a fan comic. It’s a sequel to the dubious fic I wrote here. It fills in some gaps in the timeline near the end. This thing is full of spoilers in the form of exposition right under the cut, so if you are at all interested in reading the initial fic I’d suggest you start there first. Or don’t, I’m not the boss of you.

I’ll aim to publish a new page every week or so, we’ll see how it goes.

Trigger warnings up top and in the tags: This will contain themes of mental health, drug abuse, grief and mourning: particularly the loss of a parent. Violence, bad parenting and likely smoking throughout. So uh, enjoy!

I told myself I wouldn’t fill my pages full of text and make it hard to read. Proceeded to stuff the first page full of text. Sorry.

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#Fallout 4 #hancock fallout 4 #fallout 4 fan comic #fallout 4 fanfiction #Drug abuse #drug addiction #grief and mourning #loss of a parent #mental health #jangles the moon monkey

[lunalovegood2]

So I hope this grief stays with me because it’s all the unexpressed love that I didn’t get to tell her.

Andrew Garfield

#andrew garfield #grief #loss #loss of a parent #love #grief and loss #mourning #parent loss

[juliasdowntonstuff]

Just some late night ranting

This will be an unusually personal post for me. I never truly talk about all these feelings and emotions, at least not my own. So this is quite a different post to what I would usually put on here — and it has nothing to do with Downton.

I just think I have to get this off my chest, and I feel like my friends just wouldn't understand. This will also be my own personal reminder that feeling like this is okay.

I contemplated posting this a lot since I wrote it a few days ago. In the end, though, I am putting this on here with the hope that maybe someone else finds this who needs to read this at least partly as much as I needed to write it.

Also, this is the raw, unedited text copied straight from my notes app, so please excuse any mistakes.

This will talk about loss and grieving for a loved one, so take this as a trigger warning if you don't want to or can't read about that.

It’s currently 3:15 am on the 21st of November 2023. I am writing this to hopefully make some sense of at least some of what's keeping me up so late when I am doing just alright during the day, mostly at least. My friends wouldn't understand, and I don't blame them. How could they? None of them have had to deal with this yet, and I am happy for them. I truly wish they won't have to for years or even decades to come.

My mum is dying. Even just writing that sentence hurts like hell. She was diagnosed with cancer in late January this year. She did the chemotherapy, had radiation treatment and then had an operation. Everything was looking so splendidly after that. The doctors said that she was in remission and that should be able to get back to work sometime in the New Year. She truly started getting better after all the treatment, and it looked like she could start her new job after all. She was originally supposed to start said new job the day she got her diagnosis — a job she has worked so hard for all her life, and now she'll never get the chance to do it. Still, there was hope and we all clung to it. We were happy with the progress she made during the summer. And then they found the metastases, most prominently in her brain, and ever since then she has started losing parts of herself and abilities she once had, almost on the daily. Everything she once loved, she can’t do any more. She’s losing her memories and she’s starting to lose her control of words. My mum was always one of the most eloquent people I ever encountered. She was who I always turned to whenever I needed anything, anything at all. She’s not dead yet, but I am already agonizing over all the things I never asked her and the answers I’ll never get. And that is perfectly acceptable.

My mum attended every single event I ever participated in since kindergarten, all the choir concerts in school and now at uni; every single swimming or reading competition I ever took part in: she was there, front row, cheering me on endlessly. Next week I'll be singing and playing the first ever concert she won’t be able to attend and I am already saddened by her absence even though she is still here. She just won't be there in person. She was and is my biggest supporter. She’s not dead yet, but I’m already grieving just thinking about all the things she won’t get to witness, the milestones I won’t get to share with her. And that is perfectly acceptable.

I'm driving the 300 kilometres home from university every week to help my dad care for her. While I am there, I'm also doing the grocery shopping. People in my hometown have started looking at me and talking to me as if she’s dead already and it hurts unlike anything. She’s not dead yet, but I am already feeling her loss whenever I have to go out and see people who knew her. And that is perfectly acceptable.

I have had some time to come to terms with the reality of it all — that my mum won’t be here forever. Of course, she was never going to — that’s how life works. But she was supposed to have so many more years of life ahead of her. Now, suddenly, she doesn’t. All she has left are a few more weeks. No matter how hard I try, I simply cannot imagine a life without my mum in it, and I don’t want to in all honesty. But the truth is: I have to. Because sometime soon that will be my reality. I am already mourning my mum even though she is still alive. I get incredibly sad every time I look in a mirror or someone takes a selfie with me, because I don't just see myself in there, I also see her. I am the spitting image of my mum, and that serves as a constant reminder of what I'm about to lose and it won't ever stop reminding me and my family of this, of her. My mum is my best friend and I will forever be grateful for this special bond we shared and still share. This is not what life's like for so many people out there. People who don't get along with their parents or have no contact with them for various reasons. That's a fact that makes me even more emotional about it all. I am grieving the person I am and I will be grieving who I was when she was here because I know that when she dies, a not-so-small part of me will die as well. And that is perfectly acceptable.

I am grieving the woman who has been with me all my life, who raised me to be so independent, but who also helped my whenever I needed help and who stood by me no matter what. I am grieving my guiding hand in life. I am grieving the woman I have looked up to ever since I was a little girl, amazed by the effect my mum had on other people, most notably all her students. My mum is the reason I am becoming a teacher as well, her passion for that occupation and all it entailed was the match that lit the spark within me. My mum was my role model — she is my role model. 

I am mourning my mother, prematurely. She’s not dead yet, but I am already agonizing over her loss and the huge gap she will leave in our lives. What I’ll do when the time has come to truly mourn her I don’t know and I wish I wouldn’t have to find that out for a while yet. But I'll have to, and that certainty hurts unlike anything I've ever felt. I've lost both of my granddads to the same illness, so I know this kind of loss and what the weeks and months leading up to the inevitable feel like. But what I felt then and what I am feeling now simply cannot be compared. During our drive home from a visit with my granddad ahead of his death almost exactly two years ago, she said: “We're saying goodbye a little more each time we go, aren't we? Because a little part that was there last time has already gone missing and won't be found again by the time we return. And at some point, there won't be anything left at all.” And she was right. The extent this time around, however, feels so much greater and much more profound.

People in my life I've told about this situation ask me how I am doing all the time. All I manage to get out is a (mostly fake) smile and a forced “I'm fine.” Because how am I to say all of this to another person, straight to their face? I can't and I won't. After all, my mum is still alive. She is not dead, yet. I have nothing to grieve for, not yet.

And still, I am grieving this loss. Which is perfectly acceptable. At least, that is what I have decided for myself.

It is perfectly acceptable.

#bit of a personal post #excuse the rant #dealing with grief #loss of a parent #sorry for being depressing on here #grief #loss #death #losing yourself

[zeldamacgregor]

If you could relive any of your memories, which would it be?

That's an interesting question; thanks for asking it!

Probably seeing Fellowship of the Ring with my dad the first time when it hit theatres. It was incredibly special to both of us as he had grown up reading it and then I had grown up first with him reading it to me and then reading it with him. We had such a great time at that screening and then talking about it and then enjoying the extended editions and all of the special features-- and then he unfortunately died right after The Two Towers film came out. I realize this is a list of happy memories, but I would love to relive that first watch together at midnight in the theatre. :)

#asks #answered #ask me anything #ask me stuff #asks open #thank you for asking #lotr #lord of the rings #the fellowship of the ring #loss of a parent