Grief (again): 10 Years On


I’ve been wanting to something here all week but I haven’t felt able to. It’s not because I have been too busy to write (which is why I haven’t been blogging as much as I used to);  sure, I have been running about like a headless chicken, been ill, and been suffering the fall out of some tricky emotions stirred up in therapy last week, but really there’s nothing terribly new in any of that and I still usually find a way to put something on the page.

Arguably, this week, I have had a little more time on my hands than usual because I didn’t work yesterday (mind you I was very ill and even went completely blind for a few minutes so perhaps writing wasn’t really possible!) but still I haven’t been able to find words. I am floundering about now. I can feel it. The feelings are so there but the words just aren’t. It’s like being in therapy on a dissociated day- ffs!

I think it’s maybe the topic that’s the problem.


This is not the first time I have written about grief. When my friend died after battling with myeloma last year I posted something, and when my dog died I even rattled a piece off. Both those times the grief was acute and immediate. The feelings were there, fresh, and I could tap into them, skim off the surface if you like. It’s different today.

I suppose, in reality, you could argue that most of my blog talks about grief in one way or another. Essentially, the majority of my work in therapy comes down to grieving losses: sometimes it’s the death of a loved one; sometimes it’s the loss of the image I had of who I might become before I got cancer; but mainly, week in week out, it’s steadily grieving the loss of a mother (my mother as well as the concept of the ideal mother) that I never had. The mother wound is going to take years to get over and heal. I know this.

But this post isn’t about grieving mother (although my next post most certainly will be after the internal shit storm that has blown up after my session this week!). No. Today this is all about the grief surrounding my biggest unexpected loss, my biggest tangible emotional trauma (in the eyes of a normal person – i.e an actual bereavement), the one that still gives me nightmares and accounts of some of the PTSD.

This is about the loss of my dad who throughout my life did his very best to be both mother and father to me. The one who tried to prevent the mother wound being too big, too gaping, too devastating. I suppose, given how bad things are it didn’t really work, but he gave it a damn good go!

I’ve been just about holding it together with my trusty rubber bands and chewing gum this week knowing that today was coming. It’s been a dire week in many ways. I’ve been ready to chuck in the therapy towel because I feel so stuck, so unseen, and so uncared for. I’ve been cycling through various emotions but mainly the two stand out ones are anger and devastation. But I suspect that this is in part because my feelings around my dad’s death were bubbling away underneath and manifesting in that way…I guess I’ll know more after Monday!


So grief.

It’s really just another word we use for a response to trauma isn’t it?

And trauma is weird isn’t it? (‘weird’ – oh so bloody articulate!)

I know well enough that the trauma I am trying to process from my childhood has a kind of timeless quality. Or rather, my brain can’t readily distinguish between current trauma and past trauma. In therapy, I can be plunged headlong into the feelings I had as a young kid. I lose sense of my adult self and am right back in the moment – even if it was thirty plus years ago. My body remembers.

A similar thing has happened this week and today so far as where in time I feel. Part of me is certainly here in 2018 but part of me is stuck back in 2008 and of course others are further back in my childhood. The parts are all over the place!

Today marks ten years since I received the call that my dad had been found dead in his room by his friend whilst holidaying/teaching diving on a remote island abroad. He’d only been gone three days, literally just arrived there after two flights and a boat ride and had died in his sleep on the first night. He was 47 years old. Massive heart attack.

Even now, despite having had a decade to process this loss. I still can’t fully get my head round it.

Part of it is because I still can’t believe it. I think he’s still there having the time of his life doing what he loved. I know exactly where he was having been on holiday there myself twice with him.

I never saw his body. Not that I think I would have wanted to. He was cremated abroad not in the UK.

It’s complicated but essentially it all came down to the fact that had we have had his body flown back to the UK we would not have automatically got the body released for burial/cremation. A second post-mortem would have been needed and the pathologists over here said that given the body had been in 40 degree heat for over a week before it was moved to the mainland for a post mortem it would not be pleasant for us. We wouldn’t actually want to see the body. We were warned. It wouldn’t be him. Add to that a potential wait of six months for the body to be released to us there wasn’t really very much choice.

So, in the end, I only received a box of ashes and his dive gear a month after he died. The insurance company flew his stuff home to a local undertakers and the undertaker left the stuff out on his driveway for me to pick up as he had gone out. Imagine that. Your dad dies suddenly, you have no goodbye, and you receive a box of ashes and a bag of dive gear from a block paved driveway.

I still can’t even believe it.

How can that be? How can the person that was my rock and anchor be gone, and not only that, suddenly just become some ‘remains’ to be boxed and left outside? I can’t even … ugh.

I miss him.


It’s weird too. Like, literally, just now I checked my emails on my phone and I have received an email from PADI about diving in Thailand. Like what are the odds? I maybe get a PADI email once a month, perhaps not even, and yet this morning I get one about diving in Thailand on the day my dad died about the place he was set to teach diving for a month. It’s weird how the universe communicates with us.

Actually I can’t talk any more about this today because this was only the beginning  of the trauma that kicked off with my family and led to an eight year estrangement and a complete mental breakdown. I thought writing might help but actually it’s just making it worse today. It’s too raw.

I know I am not especially coherent.

Today I need to take things slowly. I need to rest. I am very aware that I have one foot in the now but also one foot back in the past. I don’t want to be grumpy or short with my family and I’d like to find a way of celebrating his life rather than getting consumed by the horror and the grief of that time a decade ago.

There’s another problem with ‘old’ grief, too…people don’t really get it. They can’t understand why I could be as upset today as I was ten years ago when I found out the news. They can’t understand why I feel sick and need to cry and wail…

But that’s trauma isn’t it? It transcends time.



16 thoughts on “Grief (again): 10 Years On

  1. behindapaintedsmile30 July 7, 2018 / 11:01 am

    I’m sorry that you lost your dad in such a sudden way. It would never be easy to lose him, but ugh there are no words. Life is so cruel at times.
    I was thinking about you last night because I remembered you saying in your last post that the anniversary falls during the break which totally sucks. I’m sorry that you’re feeling so unheard and uncared for in therapy. I think that it’s something that we all weave in and out of. You know where we all are x 🤗


    • rubberbandsandchewinggum July 7, 2018 / 11:04 am

      Thanks Hun. I’m really struggling today. It’s so unbelievably painful losing the one person who really understood me. Think it’s just a case of hanging on tight and praying that Monday is decent in therapy. I can’t do these horrid feelings much longer without falling apart. Hope you’re doing ok. X


  2. Em July 7, 2018 / 11:30 am

    💛💛💛 I’m not sure if I’ve ever commented but always read along and wanted to send some love today. 💫

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  3. all the little parts July 7, 2018 / 11:50 am

    I think you can experience grief without trauma, but yours is complicated not only by your previous attachment trauma but also because to have that happen IS traumatic like you said. To lose your only childhood attachment figure in that way is fucking awful and traumatic. I totally get that the trauma of that will drag on, especially when dealing with attachment trauma in therapy. Brings it all up. Must be absolutely awful for you. I’ll be thinking of you today, you deserve a quiet, peaceful day where you can connect with memories of your dad in whatever way is right for you. I’m not saying you have to think of happy memories, just accept whatever comes. Your grief and trauma is testament to your love of him and his for you, so you can let it happen if that’s what’s right and what you need.

    Stonking big cuddles. You’ll be OK sweetie, just keep breathing


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    • rubberbandsandchewinggum July 7, 2018 / 2:11 pm

      Thanks lovely. I am breathing and willing myself into a better place. Not just because of today’s pain but because things are tanking more generally. I’d love a day off from myself! How is it with you? X


  4. Michele LaFollette July 8, 2018 / 6:57 am

    I get it!!! I’m very sorry for your great loss. I just posted a pic of my brother who has been gone 17 yrs…grief lasts a lifetime, I think. We live with it; we don’t get over it. Keep writing!

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    • rubberbandsandchewinggum July 8, 2018 / 7:52 am

      I’m sorry for your loss. I agree. We integrate the grief into our life, we never get over it. Take care xx


    • rubberbandsandchewinggum July 19, 2018 / 9:46 pm

      I’m sorry I didn’t reply to your comment at the time. I was in such a grief bubble that I seem to have totally missed it. I’m sorry you have also had to experience profound loss and grief. Take care x

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  5. Laura July 8, 2018 / 5:05 pm

    Sending you loads of love x


  6. Ashana M July 9, 2018 / 2:36 am

    I think people who have lost their parents at a young age do understand why it continues to be so painful, but if you haven’t experienced that kind of very deep loss (a parent, a child or a spouse), your losses aren’t as painful and it’s hard to imagine that you actually just don’t know what it feels like. People just don’t know, but they don’t know what they don’t know, and they respond fairly stupidly. The problem with this is that you also miss out on support. When experiences are more common, people get them, they understand what may help and the experience is easier to deal with. You are also missing out on support.

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  7. lost little fairy July 10, 2018 / 6:06 am

    I don’t really have any words but just wanted to say, I’m so sorry for your loss. Take care lovely x

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    • rubberbandsandchewinggum July 10, 2018 / 6:10 am

      Thank you 💜 it’ll get better. It always feels horrendous right now and isn’t helped by the fact my therapist is due to go on a month’s break -but September will be better… I hope!!!


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