# Grief is the weirdest thing.

**URL:** <https://boards.straightdope.com/t/grief-is-the-weirdest-thing/407602>\
**Category:** Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share\
**Created:** [June 11, 2007, 7:19pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/grief-is-the-weirdest-thing/407602 "2007-06-11T19:19:12Z")\
**Posts on this page:** 3\
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**Author:** ![vivalostwages](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/v/d07c76/32.png) [@vivalostwages](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/vivalostwages)\
**Post date:** [June 12, 2007, 3:49pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/grief-is-the-weirdest-thing/407602/21 "2007-06-12T15:49:35Z")

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This just made me realize that my dad died nearly a year ago, in July, and Father’s Day is imminent.  
I can’t believe it’s been this long already. Doesn’t seem so.

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**Author:** ![TroubleAgain](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/t/e480ec/32.png) [@TroubleAgain](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/TroubleAgain)\
**Post date:** [June 12, 2007, 4:52pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/grief-is-the-weirdest-thing/407602/22 "2007-06-12T16:52:32Z")

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I lost my grampa 18 years ago in March. I still feel it acutely at times. My gran has been mentally gone for 2-3 years. I’ve already mourned her, still miss her, and I know when her body finally joins her mind, I’ll mourn her again, for years.

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**Author:** ![ivylass](https://avatars.discourse-cdn.com/v4/letter/i/9de053/32.png) [@ivylass](https://boards.straightdope.com/u/ivylass)\
**Post date:** [June 12, 2007, 5:15pm UTC](https://boards.straightdope.com/t/grief-is-the-weirdest-thing/407602/23 "2007-06-12T17:15:06Z")

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Ivylad’s father died about three years ago. Last month I went into a crying jag while taking a shower, thinking how much I needed him to slap his son upside his head. (Things are fine now, but hoo-boy.)

The funny thing is, for the past few nights, Ivylad has been dreaming of his dad. It’s the same type of dream…his father is standing across the road/at the other end of the football field/down the bottom of the steps and he’s saying something, but Ivylad can’t understand him.

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