When we suffer a loss the thought of ever being happy again simply doesn’t cross our minds at the moment. We simply wish the pain would go away never to return but pain and loss are …show more content…
After my grandfather died I noticed that every single family member had their own way of dealing with the pain. For the men it was getting together on the weekends to cook, drink and play dominos just like they did when grandpa was alive. For the women every weekend was the same as they will follow the old traditions in wearing black for a minimum of three years. The younger generation seemed to cope a little better as they see old traditions outdated. I personally did not do well with grandpas passing as I am the oldest grandchild I was treated more like a daughter than a grandchild. At first I was depressed but I participated in all the traditional things Catholic’s do when a loved one dies. I participated in a monthly mass in church until the first year, the mass on his birthday, the first year anniversary and so on. I did isolate myself at first but not for