#21 ·
I am so incredibly sorry for your loss! I’m definitely not an expert here, but I can share a little bit of what my family went through
When my grandma passed away, things were already pretty messy with a bunch of family arguments going on, and my mom was the one who found her. For those first few months, she was just completely out of it—totally lost and spent most of her time just crying. Things eventually leveled out a bit, but she still dealt with these really heavy bouts of depression for about three years after that. During that initial stretch, she was on prescription meds like Lexapro or something similar just to keep her head above water, and honestly, that was pretty much all the help we had at the time. I think I was really the one who kept our family from falling apart, because I just made this internal decision that we had to keep things functioning as normally as possible. I ended up taking care of everything around the house and kind of subtly nudging everyone else to snap out of it and practice some self-care, almost like I had to step up and be the parent to them for a while. From what I can tell, your brother seems pretty level-headed, even if he’s probably dealing with a massive storm of emotions inside; he'll get through this. He just needs space to let the grief out on his own terms. It took me about three or four years to actually give myself permission to grieve properly, because before that, I was just totally blocking everything out. I seemed okay on the surface during that time, even though I was hurting deep down, and even now that it's getting easier, I can finally talk openly about how much it actually wrecked me. Everyone grieves differently... just be there for him and show him you've got his back!
When my grandma passed away, things were already pretty messy with a bunch of family arguments going on, and my mom was the one who found her. For those first few months, she was just completely out of it—totally lost and spent most of her time just crying. Things eventually leveled out a bit, but she still dealt with these really heavy bouts of depression for about three years after that. During that initial stretch, she was on prescription meds like Lexapro or something similar just to keep her head above water, and honestly, that was pretty much all the help we had at the time. I think I was really the one who kept our family from falling apart, because I just made this internal decision that we had to keep things functioning as normally as possible. I ended up taking care of everything around the house and kind of subtly nudging everyone else to snap out of it and practice some self-care, almost like I had to step up and be the parent to them for a while. From what I can tell, your brother seems pretty level-headed, even if he’s probably dealing with a massive storm of emotions inside; he'll get through this. He just needs space to let the grief out on his own terms. It took me about three or four years to actually give myself permission to grieve properly, because before that, I was just totally blocking everything out. I seemed okay on the surface during that time, even though I was hurting deep down, and even now that it's getting easier, I can finally talk openly about how much it actually wrecked me. Everyone grieves differently... just be there for him and show him you've got his back!