Dealing with Death

Death is tough, especially for those who have lost someone dear, for those who have seen someone die, for those who are left alone. Death is tough, especially for the person realising that their days are numbered when they are scared of death.

Death is not easy. Dealing with it is not easy either.

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When I was 5 my great grandfather died, his death marked me in a way no other death did, but more on that at another time. I saw his lifeless body, I was not scared, this was the first time that I had encountered death. If I remember well, he died during the night while working on some research.

When I was 10 my great grandmother died. Fragile like a young baby she was lying lifeless in her hospital bed where she had drawn her last breath. Up until a few days before she was still an active woman within the many walls of her home.

My uncle died as a young man. It hit me then and there. He was too young to leave this earth. He left it due to a stupid accident on the road. His body had been torn to pieces when his motorcycle collided with a car in which the driver and passengers were asleep. He left behind his parents, his siblings and a young son. I cried like if there was no tomorrow. I did not tell my friends about my pain.

My little white mouse died. I mourned her death for a few weeks. Years later it was my hamster.

I was almost 18 when my grandmother passed away. Talking to my grandfather in the kitchen, after my small cousins wished her good night, her soul left her body. She had been happy during her last few days. I was glad that I had taken the night train a few days earlier to spend some of her last moments with her, that she had enjoyed my fruit smoothy so much when she really wanted nothing at all. Her loss left me scared, deeply. Very deep indeed. I am realising now close to ten years later that losing my grandmother has had an enormous impact on my life, especially in my late teens and very early twenties.

Two years ago, little one was very very small, my great uncle passed away. I knew that it would happen, his battle with cancer had been long but very impressive, he was not someone that would give up easily. I did not attend the funeral, with a small infant I preferred to stay at home. Little one let herself be cuddled, which helped me a lot.

End of February my mother passed away. Between her diagnosis and her passing away not even a year passed. She was strong for a very long time. She died in our arms. Like her little brother she left behind a brother, the oldest sibling of the three and both of their parents. Her leaving us so quickly, so young is tough for me. I am trying to deal with it somehow. Today, I felt the urge to sit down and write about death, not just about hers.

Whenever little one and I are outside we smell the roses, we look at ants and bees. I show her the magical sides of our life. It helps.


© Solveig Werner 2016. All rights reserved.

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11 thoughts on “Dealing with Death

  1. Sometimes I think that the hardest thing about death is that life just goes on. But that is the thing that eventually helps easy the pain. I hope writing about it helps you, my friend. Many hugs to you and dear little one.

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  2. I sometimes think the hardest thing about death is that – in the Western world, at least – we are no longer very good at talking about it in a meaningful way. “I did not tell my friends about my pain” really resonated with me. When I was 21, my younger brother died in a road traffic accident. I felt so disconnected from the world for a long time because the pain was so intense. It seemed that his death made everyone too scared to know what to say to me. So, most of the time, they said nothing. Thank you for writing this post. I hope it helps you a little, as you grieve for your mother.

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  3. Death is painful especially for the ones who are left behind. But do we have any option? This is where we humans feel helpless!
    Sending love your way and wish strength be with you.

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  4. I’m sorry to hear about the death of your mother, Solveig. The cuddles of your little one will indeed warm your heart. Time helps heal but the hollow will always remain. Take care. Love life, and those who share it with you. Time together is fleeting and precious. Hugs. xx

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  5. Moving post about death and how it affects all of us when we encounter it for the frist time but also each time someone close to us leaves this earth. For someone as young as you, you’ve got your share of early experiences and I wish you best. A child is often the best if not only remedy to sadness and depression after death since a child is so full of new life. Enjoy little one’s company and love.

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  6. Oh, Solveig, my heart goes out to you. We are often in denial about death but it happens to all of us and witnessing death can be hard. My grandfather’s death changed me a lot, I was 14 when he died and I saw him taking his last breath. Now I’m always anxious about my grandmother. Every time I see her or talk to her, I fear it might be the last time. Go gently. Sending you love and big hugs.

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  7. After some friends and family members have passed away, there is some cloud of memory surrounding me. But I have never been with death in the same room. I ve never seen a dead person with my own eyes. And if I would see a dead body, that was once my friend, I wouldn’t be able to stay straight. YOu are strong and I admire you for that!

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