Probably the dumbest attempted insult I see over and over again in my grief journey, is “you’re doing this for attention”.
Um, yeah, I AM. It’s not a newsflash. You didn’t unlock a mysterious diagnosis. I am 100% of the time, discussing my sons death for attention. I want everyone to know about it. I want everyone to remember him. I want everyone to honor his life. I want everyone to mourn his death. I want everyone to support us in our grief. I want everyone to cheer for the joy that is intertwined in the pain. Of course I do, so would you.
I wake up every single day wanting to scream from the roof tops that my child died, that it hurts, and that I don’t understand why it happened to us. You being uncomfortable with my grief doesn’t change the fact that it has to be acknowledged.