I'm grieving the death of a man I loved. He loved me too. The difficulty
is that I met him while I was volunteering at an aged care facility. Of
course there are rules about not allowing oneself to get too close or
too involved with residents. Someti...
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I'm grieving the death of a man I loved. He loved me too. The difficulty
is that I met him while I was volunteering at an aged care facility. Of
course there are rules about not allowing oneself to get too close or
too involved with residents. Sometimes, despite the rules, these things
happen. We formed a very special bond over a 5 month period.
Unfortunately, he told his family about his relationship with me and
they, understandably, were concerned. They brought the situation up with
management, and of course I was reprimanded for my behavior. They didn't
know the extent of our relationship.........nobody did except for the
two of us. It wasn't something that we could share with others. No
matter how hard we tried, we would never have been able to make people
understand. The age difference for one, not to mention the fact that he
had multiple medical issues etc. I was forced to leave and told not to
contact him or his family. I didn't get to say goodbye. I don't know if
anyone explained to him why I had to leave. I've been so depressed and
worried about him. He passed away three days ago. The grief I feel is
making me sick. I don't think it's just the grief. It's all the things
that happened, the way they happened and the fact that I have no one to
help me work through my grief, because no one really knows how much we
meant to each other. My family know that I formed a friendship with him,
but that's as far as it goes. They feel for me in that respect, but must
be wondering why my grief is so debilitating. I have to cry in private,
I have no one to talk to about the true relationship I had with him. The
last time I saw him was Boxing Day 2019. Even though he was in his late
eighties, very unwell and is no doubt in a much better place now, I
still can't stop crying. I can't seem to accept that he's gone. My grief
is making me sick. Everything seems 'unreal'. Because I'm not a family
member, I don't have anywhere to express my grief and sorrow at his
passing. I can't attend his funeral. I just feel lost and helpless.