I don't think the hurt ever really goes away entirely. I think that it fades a little; it stops being so sharp. But it's there, sort of like smacking your finger with a hammer and then the pain fading.
Mom had cancer, so in some ways it was a relief. My dad had died 13 years earlier, of an unexpected heart attack, so there wasn't any relief there.
But I guess it's the final step of growing up--there's no parental authority any longer.
Both of my parents were unexpected - though Dad's being in ICU for a month after his accident tempered that. But Mom's was completely out of the blue. As someone else I know said - it's a club that only the people who are in it understand completely how you feel and it's a club no one wants to be in.
And thanks about the bag :) It was admired by my sewing & knitting friends. When the yarn balls get a bit smaller, it'll be an excellent carrier :)
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Date: 2009-09-10 02:58 pm (UTC)Mom had cancer, so in some ways it was a relief. My dad had died 13 years earlier, of an unexpected heart attack, so there wasn't any relief there.
But I guess it's the final step of growing up--there's no parental authority any longer.
Oh, and it is a superbly gorgous bag!
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Date: 2009-09-15 04:26 am (UTC)And thanks about the bag :) It was admired by my sewing & knitting friends. When the yarn balls get a bit smaller, it'll be an excellent carrier :)