Okay, here is my story about “missing someone in heaven”:
So, this whole thing started a while back, you know? I was feeling down, really missing my grandma. She was the best, always had cookies, always had time for me. And when she passed, it left this huge hole. I just couldn’t shake the sadness.
First, I tried to ignore it. Acted like everything was fine. People would say, “Oh, she’s in a better place,” and I’d nod, but inside, I was screaming. Like, “No! She’s supposed to be here with me!” It was like I refused to believe she was really gone.
- Tried to keep busy.
- Filled my days with work, chores, anything to avoid thinking about it.
- Even avoided looking at old photos of her.
But that didn’t work. The sadness was still there, lurking. Then, I started getting angry. Angry at everything, angry at her for leaving, angry at myself for… I don’t even know. It was a mess.
After that I tried to bargain a little bit. Praying, and ask for a sign that she is okay, or that she can hear me.
Finally, I realized I needed to actually deal with this. So, I started talking about her more. Sharing memories with my family. Looking at those old photos. Crying when I needed to. It was like letting the sadness out, instead of bottling it up.
Talking to Others
Then I opened up to my friends. Turns out, a lot of them had lost someone too. Sharing our stories, our pain, it helped. It was like we were all in this together, understanding each other’s grief.
Creating a Memorial
I also decided to do something special to remember her. Planted a tree in my backyard, her favorite kind. Put a little bench under it. Now, whenever I miss her, I go sit there, and it feels like she’s somehow closer.
It’s still hard sometimes. The missing doesn’t just disappear. But it’s different now. It’s a part of me, a reminder of the love we shared. And that’s something I’ll carry with me forever. It’s like the Bible says, “God is close to the brokenhearted.” And I truly feel that, even on the toughest days.
