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A very touching narration and description of the phases and aspects of grieving a parent a topic less often discussed or written about The author has very much disclosed the unfamiliar world one is pushed to when one loses a parent Everything changes and things are simply not the same and will never be the same too One can never get over it but can only learn how to live with it The feelings one undergo but as a commoner will be at a loss of words to explain have been beautifully writte A very touching narration and description of the phases and aspects of grieving a parent a topic less often discussed or written about The author has very much disclosed the unfamiliar world one is pushed to when one loses a parent Everything changes and things are simply not the same and will never be the same too One can never get over it but can only learn how to live with it The feelings one undergo but as a commoner will be at a loss of words to explain have been beautifully written and it feels like you are travelling with the author with one s own set of similar memories and anecdotes My heart rejoiced when I time and again because it re assured me that I wasn t wrong in feeling so read how insensitive and un understanding people around can turn to be at this lowest phase of one s life I would say it can be found relatable only to people in such a transitional phase in life Else, in all probability, it s going to be thought of as an over rated topic and a book addressing the first world issues I read this shortly after the death of my mom, and it was extremely illuminating and supportive It validated a lot of what I was thinking, and it gave words to my grief experience. @Download Book ⚜ El Adulto Huerfano º Sabemos que en algun momento ocurrira pero nos resistimos siquiera a imaginarlo Ellos nos dieronla vida, nos criaron, nos educaron y estan intimamente incorporados en nuestra personalidad Por masadultos que seamos, por mas maduros y equilibrados, la perdida de los padres produce, ademas detristeza, una gran angustia y una serie de cambios que exigen, en muchos casos, apoyo externo y contencionemocionalEl adulto huerfano es un libro que conmovera profundamente a quienes han perdido a sus padres ylos ayudara a elaborar mejor y mas conscientemente el duelo Sisters, we are now orphans, is what my younger sister observed moments after we held our father in our arms as he took his last breath It is hard to describe the heaviness that I feel, even two years after both of my parents died within a 12 week period Sometimes I feel like I have PTSD, as I dread certain dates and can t control the panic attacks, flashbacks to certain moments, and general sadness that I feel on a daily basis This book helped me to understand that I am not alone in my fee Sisters, we are now orphans, is what my younger sister observed moments after we held our father in our arms as he took his last breath It is hard to describe the heaviness that I feel, even two years after both of my parents died within a 12 week period Sometimes I feel like I have PTSD, as I dread certain dates and can t control the panic attacks, flashbacks to certain moments, and general sadness that I feel on a daily basis This book helped me to understand that I am not alone in my feelings My two younger sisters have also read it, and I ordered a copy for our oldest sister, who was the executor of their will and perhaps the one most affected by their deaths.I was particularly moved my some of the poems that were shared at the beginning of the chapters I am a writer myself, but have found that I have not been able to write since I lost my parents This book did inspire me to write a poem below about my mom And maybe writing short pieces like this is a good way for me to work through some of my emotions and grief Matching Purses Today I finally replacedMy old, tattered beige purseMade of fake leather.It was the same size and colorOf my mom s purseThe last time we were together.We busily ran our errands, taking advantage of my brief visit home.She and I repeatedly reached for the wrong purse, Then laughed as we clumsily exchanged them.I somberly arrange the plastic cards,Chapstick, and checkbookInside my new brown purseWith its shiny metal clasp.Words and laughterEcho through my mind Whoops This one s yours, as Mom and I switch bags.My new purse joins the ever growing collectionOf things that never knew her hands, her laugh,The person that she was,The woman who was my mother Just what I needed Many of my scattered thoughts validated Good to remember that grief is not linear. Excellent book for adults working through the grief of losing a parent The author clearly and succinctly describes almost every imaginable emotion, feeling, mood, and sensation felt by the bereft with sensitivity and genuine compassion Not a stale, clinical read it s helped and is helping me make sense of and process the inevitable but nevertheless shocking experience of living through the unique trauma that losing a parent brings about. Gentle book blurbed by Mr Rogers about the experience of losing both parents being an orphaned adult and about grief and loss generally Good stories as well as some practical advice and wisdom I especially enjoyed the poems that begin every chapter. This book is professional, kind and helpful It gave words to my thoughts I am better for reading it. This title came to me at a moment when I needed it rather desperately My mom and dad both died over the summer of 2014 and, after an initial period of what I can only look back upon and describe as shocked numbness , I am now entering a difficult period where my grief is beginning to seep out of me in painful waves of tears, anxiety attacks, insomnia and vulnerabilities I was never aware that I had In life, I have prided myself as a reasonable person, not drawn to the dramatics It has always This title came to me at a moment when I needed it rather desperately My mom and dad both died over the summer of 2014 and, after an initial period of what I can only look back upon and describe as shocked numbness , I am now entering a difficult period where my grief is beginning to seep out of me in painful waves of tears, anxiety attacks, insomnia and vulnerabilities I was never aware that I had In life, I have prided myself as a reasonable person, not drawn to the dramatics It has always been my goal to keep my emotions under control and to push through the inevitable problems with a practical attitude of getting it over with This is the first problem I have ever faced that cannot be addressed in my normal fashion Death and bereavement is a lot messier than that.I had my real wake up call recently when I took a cookie I had been hoarding into my living room This cookie was one that my mom used to make and it was a childhood favorite of mine Although the recipe had been lost for almost 30 years, I was able to dig it up out of the old Cleveland Plain Dealer newspaper database a couple years ago Before my mom passed away, she was able to confirm the recipe I located as the one she used to make my favorite cookie I baked a batch this Christmas, and preparing and eating these cookies was like having a hug from my mom It was a positive experience and I took some comfort in continuing this tradition The cookies were as delicious as I remember them to be Before sitting down to savor it, I tasked myself with a bit of New Year s Resolution de cluttering I decided to finally take a few minutes to go through some old and unread magazines that have been piling up at our house for these past few busy years and recycle most of them I went to a magazine rack and dug through the stack When I got to the bottom, a piece of paper fell out of the stack I came very close to just sticking it into the recycle stack and getting on to my cookie However, the piece of paper seemed to contain handwriting and it looked familiar I opened the folded page and, written there in my dad s handwriting, was a list of memories he had of my toddler days spent in our Cleveland area apartment building and also, over the summers, in a college town where we stayed while dad was doing some post graduate work I had only the vaguest recollection of one or two of the places and events listed there But the emotional reaction was quick and merciless I was doubled over in grief, lying on my living room floor dissolved in the wracking sobs of my lost childhood I lay there for awhile just overwhelmed When I came to I noticed that, as I cried, I was also mechanically devouring the now tasteless cookiemindlessly eating and crying.I have become what I vowed I would never be the sad middle aged woman eating for solace my youth and the protections of my happy childhood seemingly lost to me forever I never wanted to be this woman whom I used to observe from the callow arrogance of my twenties I would see women in their 40s and 50s who had let themselves go 40 pounds overweight, careless with their appearance, haggard and always exhausted Their lives revolved around the care of others children and aging parents noble as I perceived this care giving role to be, I saw that it robbed these women of their individual personality, their joy, their style and their waning youth Not I I would be the mid life woman with verve I would maintain my appearance and carve out an artsy funkiness to my look I would care for everyone who needed me and I would do it Ginger Rogers stylebackwards and in high heels.Not so That is mainly an illusion once you get to be my age and have the problems that people in my age have I had this book upstairs in my latest library pile I picked myself up off the floor and decided to go look at it I am so glad that I did.Alexander Levy has written a book which I found to be almost uncanny in its message Levy is a practicing pyschologist who has also lost both of his parents The Orphaned Adult is filled with compassionate wisdom and it is beautifully written I did not expect this lovely writing out of a book that I mainly went to for information Levy weaves his life story with his Russian immigrant parents into his narrative of grief Although Levy and I come from rather different backgrounds he is Jewish by origin but raised in a thoroughly secular home while I am Christian in origin but raised in a secular home I found his take on life to resonate deeply with my own Many of the grief materials are too religious in nature for me and I either do not relate to them or I find them vaguely annoying Levy is respectful toward religion and even curious about it, but he does not over emphasize it Somehow I found his treatment of the subject of parental bereavement just right.I made so many notes while reading this bookand read so many passages aloud to my husbandthat I feel that the rest of this review should mainly be excerpted sections Levy has so many insightful and compassionate things to say to us, the orphaned adults I hope that others who are reading reviews here and looking for that literary lifeline in their own time of greatest sorrow might take some comfort in these words and then go out and find this book I really cannot recommend it enough This is a five star read.Levy on the initial attempt to process the death of his father I struggled to find some meaning in my rapid transformation from a man with a father who was slow moving and alert to a man with a guant and disoriented father to a man with a wasted and comatose father to a man with no father at all Levy on grief I think grief is an expression of our fundamental inability to comprehend, conceptually or any other way, that a loved one has died Our brains don t work that way We can t help it We are accustomed to a person coming back into the room after that person has left it We cannot formand affirmative mental image of someone who has always been there no longer being anywhere We simply cannot imagine someone whom we once knew alive being not alive We cannot conceive of ourselves being without someone who is precious to us, and yet when someone important to us dies, even though we can t conceive it has happened, we strain to grasp their absence That s the way our brain works We can t help it And so, leaning forward to reach out and embrace the familiar image of someone who is no longer there, we fall into the abyss their absence has left behind We tumble into endless emptiness, and we are enveloped by the dark and suffocating uncertainty of life s most confounding and distressing dilemmas that despite comforting illusions of vigor and youthfulness, our lives are fragile, and we are attached to them by nothan the slender thread of fortune s whimsy that regardless of how self sufficient, successful, and clever we may be, we are profoundly dependent on those we love that no veneer of professional expertise, adult accomplishment, or social self confidence can effectively camouflage our underlying and awesome terror of the unknown and that no matter how much we know or how strong our faith, we stand powerless and helpless in the face of life s impenetrable mysteries Levy welcomes a newly orphaned adult into the fold with these words Welcome to the world of the bereft This is not a diversion from your real life This is not an exercise made up of a set of stages one, two, three, four, five that you have to go through before getting back to your real life This IS your real life You really have sustained that loss You really are going to live your life without that precious person Neither I nor anyone else can help you to get over it You don t need to Grief is something you get through, and if you let it get through you as well, you will eventually find that you have enough room in yourself to contain it And when you come out the other side of this terrible time, without needing to understand how it happened anythan you need to understand how you digest food and distribute nutrients throughout your body in order to be well fed, you will find that you are able to face, and conduct, your life in a new way Levy describes the strange and unsettling feeling an adult has when they realize that they are nobody s child any But there was no longer anyone who would ever again claim me as their child No longer was anyone living who had been present at my birth, who had witnessed my first steps, heard my first words, walked me to my first day of school, or paced the floor nervously, the first time I borrowed the family car No one knew the details of my life and my family s history I was no longer anyone s child I didn t particularly feel like an orphan, a phrase I d heard people use when they are estranged from living parents I didn t particularly feel like anything at all What I felt was afraid And that was puzzling Why would I be frightened Why would I feel so strangely unprotected I had been on my own since my adolescence My parents had neither provided for me nor protected me for many years In fact, for the previous six or seven years, they had been dependent on me to help make decisions and arrangements Nonetheless, I felt strangely and suddenly unprotected Levy ponders our entry into the final phase of adulthood we finally grow up when our last parent has died Old people say that one never really grows up until one s parents have died Maybe so A piece of fruit is mature when the stem, by which it has always been supported, nourished, and attached to its roots, withers Perhaps that is how it is with people too Perhaps only after parents have died can people find out what they are going to be when they grow up Levy counsels us to give ourselves a break and relax our expectations of how grief is handled Perhaps, however, the most important break, the one that only you can provide, is to release yourself from any expectation that you get through this chaotic time with any grace Expect to be clumsy Expect to be undignified Each of us must find out how we grieve, and just about all of us do it in an ungainly fashion No one has ever told me that they looked back on a period of grief regretting that their performance was not preserved on film Some of us not only cry, we wail Some feel angry all the time and snap at strangers Others get all dressed up in outlandish outfits while others refuse to bathe for days The ordinary expressions of grief cover a range of conduct so wide as to be virtually inclusive of every unattractive and undesirable trait imaginable Grief cannot be done skillfully, artfully, or beautifully The bereft earn no points for style or difficulty there is no concluding moment to grief, arms raised in triumph like an Olympic athlete awaiting a score The goal of grief is neither achievement nor excellence The goal if grief is to get through it Fellow bereft, take some comfort in the knowledge that the Orphaned Adult Club is one that any of us who outlive our parents will join This is a horrendous experience, yes But it is also a universal one We are designed to go through this and, difficult as it is to imagine when you are in the midst of the agony, we are usually also designed to survive it You do not get over it you merely get used to it You do not move on with your life without your lost loved ones You move on carrying them with you each and every day in your heart and in your memory Their absence and yet, also, their presence can give you wisdom and perspective that was lacking when you werecarefree and still innocent of this pain.As for me, I have moved beyond the cookie and am in the midst of my annual January clean eating detox I am moving into the New Year one minute at a time The piece of paper that I improbably found in that stack of old magazines is now tucked into my jewelry box so that I can take it out and reread it from time to time It reminds me that I was loved and cherished once as a child and that this love and support followed me well into my adult years This sort of love has to be strong enough to stay with meeven on the hardest days When I am feeling sorry for myself, as I am so often these dayswhen I see other people with their parentsenjoying their praise and being fussed over about their healthwhen I see young kids with their grandparents and I am overwhelmed with jealous misery because my parents are no longer thereI will retrieve that scrap and reread it again and again Sometimes the dead leave us messages in dreams and in improbable piles of clutter Look for them And timegive yourself the rest of your life to healone minute at a time A quick but spot on read about the profound effects of the loss of one s parents It s inevitable but the pain is just overwhelming Again, this was helpful to read so that I feel understood and not like I m losing my mind.