Ever have to bury a loved one?

[Tommy_Carcetti]

And on the day of the funeral it feels like there's no human force that could ever make you get out of bed in the morning? And you just want to stay there all day in bed?

And yet somehow you force yourself to get out of bed, to take a shower, to put on clothes, perhaps even force yourself to eat something?

All so you can go encounter what seems to be the ultimate of hopeless situations, because the person who you loved isn't coming back again? But still you force yourself to do it, to live that day, because something's telling you to keep moving forward despite your grief?

At this point in my life I've only had to go through that with my grandparents but I know the worst is yet to come for me likely. And I've seen my parents bury their parents and I can feel how hard it is to do the normal day to day tasks we take for granted.

But that day is today for us and for many Americans. We will somehow push through though and at least here there's still the hope of a better tomorrow, even if it comes through pain.

[3catwoman3]

1. Here is what I posted in a different thread a coule of days ago.

I have accused myself of being melodramatic, but not since 1978, when my younger brother and only sibling died in an ice diving disaster, have I felt this much despair and unwillingness to accept reality. I remember standing in our dining room before leaving for his memorial service, saying to myself, "This can't be happening. This can't be happening. THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING."

That happened. This is happening. It is so very, very much more than the difference between party philosophies. It is the difference between decency, dignity and decorum on the one hand and depravity and decadence on the other.

[Pacifist Patriot]

7. I have no words

[nancy1942]

2. Yes, I have; many.

21 years ago today on January 20, 1996 my son died in an automobile accident. The grief was indescribable. But, I had no choice but to bear it and continue on in a very altered universe. Just like we all are being forced to do today; continuing to live under horrible conditions and somehow hoping it won't destroy us all. It seems unbearable, but we are stronger than we think.

[Roland99]

3. Fall of 2015, lost my wife's father then a month later my own father

and 4 years ago last week my nephew, who was more like a younger brother I never had, shot himself.

Those days seem to move in slow-motion, super high speed motion and standing still, sometimes all at the same time.

Thoughts and words come and go and sometimes feel like emptiness or meaningless words and just getting thru the day is more involuntary than anything.

I still have dreams where my Dad is still alive or my nephew (had one just the other night...felt SO REAL). Or I see something or hear something and think, "Damn, I wish Dad was here to see this...he'd love it!" But that will obviously never happen.

So I try to keep moving forward, impart upon my kids the same things and joy of life so one day when something strikes them as hilarious or jaw-dropping and they'll go, "I wish Dad was here to see this".

[MANative]

4. Yes - more than I care to count...

the most recent being my youngest brother, at only 53 years old, after surgical complications less than a year ago.

Your description is apt.

[Croney]

5. Yes, and it is very different.

When you have to bury your child, you know you have to live with it the rest of your life. The phrase "this too shall pass" cannot be applied for comfort. With today's horrible sickening events, that phrase makes sense. Politics change. Death doesn't.

[libtodeath]

6. Today we bury all that was once good and decent

sheer evil reigns.

[Bayard]

8. Far too many

You are forever changed. That may be one thing we can hang on to in the next four years--the love that we had in our lives.

[Demonaut]

9. couldn't sleep last night, deep dread in my heart, unwilling to believe he was elected

that this country was that stupid

[Buckeye_Democrat]

10. Yes, and if I had my choice, I wouldn't have a bunch of guests at the funerals.

The funerals were more a "show" for them instead of the deep remembrance and mourning of my lost loved ones.

The analogy to Trump's inauguration somewhat applies since it's a sad day.