[ SECRET POST #5153 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #5153 ⌋

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Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Sorta the same thing happened to me when my uncle passed away. I knew he was sick and all and after his death, I was numb and thought it was all a lie until I went to the funeral and had to put two and two together too.

[sparklywalls]

I'm sorry you went through that with your uncle anon. It's definitely the funeral that often brings it home. My friend's funeral was one of those moments as I remember saying sorry to her dad (for his loss) and being utterly broken when he simply thanked me for coming and it would've meant a lot to her. My dad cried during the service so between my friend's dad breaking down and my own dad being so upset in a way I rarely saw, it was quite a lot for 18 year old me.

I seem to react to death by accepting it but also denying it. It's a very strange state of being for me. I'll admit that for as long as I can remember I've had a morbid fascination with the realities of death and grief but I still find it hard to accept when it's something that happens to me/my family.

[tree_and_leaf]

Lots of people don't cry at all until during or after the funeral.