JEKBreatheandBelieve
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My uncle died the other day. He died from cancer. The first time he fought cancer was at the same time that my nana (beloved grandmother) fought her second battle with cancer and succumbed to it. She lived with this uncle for he was married to her daughter. I have only been back once in the nearly 15 years since my nana died. Their house isn't even in the same location.
I am saddened by his death, but also don't want to get too close to that for many reasons. I know he was around at the time of my abuse as a child, whether he was a part of it, I honestly couldn't say, but I don't think so. I don't want to go down that path. I don't want to know the identity of those who abused me.
And I don't want to go down the path of being reminded of Nana. She wasn't supposed to die. She was supposed to be sitting in the audience of my college graduation. Instead I had to say words that others put into my head when I spoke my speech out loud that day, for I had to acknowledge her absent. She promised she'd be there. And one wise and well-meaning person told me that maybe the only way she could be there was by dying and being there in spirit. One week before graduation, we buried her in the middle of nowhere (it was a cemetery, but it was in the middle of nowhere). I could never find my way back there. My dad doesn't even think he could. I've barely grieved her death because I feel (like I feel about most things) that somehow I caused it. I didn't love her enough, she had to be at my graduation in some form...
I don't know when the funeral for my uncle is. I don't know if I will go. I would like to see my aunt, but I don't know if I can go and be around relatives that will remind me of the past. I just needed to put that out there because it is so confusing to me and I needed an outlet to express it to- an outlet that might understand what I am saying.
I am saddened by his death, but also don't want to get too close to that for many reasons. I know he was around at the time of my abuse as a child, whether he was a part of it, I honestly couldn't say, but I don't think so. I don't want to go down that path. I don't want to know the identity of those who abused me.
And I don't want to go down the path of being reminded of Nana. She wasn't supposed to die. She was supposed to be sitting in the audience of my college graduation. Instead I had to say words that others put into my head when I spoke my speech out loud that day, for I had to acknowledge her absent. She promised she'd be there. And one wise and well-meaning person told me that maybe the only way she could be there was by dying and being there in spirit. One week before graduation, we buried her in the middle of nowhere (it was a cemetery, but it was in the middle of nowhere). I could never find my way back there. My dad doesn't even think he could. I've barely grieved her death because I feel (like I feel about most things) that somehow I caused it. I didn't love her enough, she had to be at my graduation in some form...
I don't know when the funeral for my uncle is. I don't know if I will go. I would like to see my aunt, but I don't know if I can go and be around relatives that will remind me of the past. I just needed to put that out there because it is so confusing to me and I needed an outlet to express it to- an outlet that might understand what I am saying.