I was working on the anniversary of his death and couldn’t talk to anyone about it because I’m a caregiver and they don’t know about my personal life. I think it’s harder to bring up because it wasn’t a natural death so it requires explanation.
We will probably never know whether it was a murder/suicide or two murders and that makes it harder too. It still feels so unreal and that has made it hard to grieve. Maybe I’m just dissociating but I think it’s been hard for the rest of my family as well.
His daughter seems to be doing okay, but, like most in this family, she doesn’t talk about how she really feels. She’s living with her other grandmother now and they don’t take her to therapy. She’s doing better in school now that she’s back at her old one so maybe she’ll be okay.
Writing this has finally released the tears. I think I was waiting until I was able to post this.