u/Alternative_Sort_679

I am 47 years old and I am lying in my bed crying for my Mom who died when I was 10 and my Dad who died when I was 17. They were both in their forties when they lost their battle with cancer. I cry for them as their life was cut too short and for myself and brother as we were forever changed by their deaths. I realize I have never stopped grieving. I have been able to help others with death by working at Hospice. Helping others has allowed some healing for myself but I still feel traumatized by this loss. I don't cry everyday or even every year about this but my whole personality and life has been molded by their deaths. I needed to share this and I will read some of your experience as well. Peace and love to all of you.