My boyfriend passed away on 2 December 2012. I got a phone call the next day, it was one of his mother's friends, she told me that there had been an accident and that my boyfriend didn't make it.
At first I couldn't really believe that what she'd told me was true. I dreamt every night that there'd been a mix up and that he was still alive.
Since his body was so beaten up by the accident they told us we shouldn't see him again. Standing at his coffin I just couldn't believe it was him in there.
The next few weeks I was just functioning like a robot and I felt so empty. Then suddenly the reality sunk in. I just couldn't stop crying when I finally understood he was really gone. It was such a hard day but I made it through and after that it was easier to live with the grief.
Now it's almost 8 months since he passed away. Life is like a rollercoaster right now - some days I feel pretty good and then there are other days where I just can't imagine my life going on without him.
I don't really have anybody to share my grief with. My family and friends didn't know him as well and I just don't feel like they have the same feeling of loss when thinking of his death.
They just don't understand what I'm going through that's why I felt like sharing my story here.
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