I went through something similar with my brother when he was ten and I was twelve. He was my best friend before, but after...we became total strangers. And stil are, really. He's got his life, his career, his friends, all in another city, and we don't know each other at all.
I could blather on about different kinds of grief, but I'm pretty sure you're already pretty well-versed.
This may be entirely presumptuous, but it might help to give her something tangible that she can hold in her hands, that says, "I don't have a fucking clue how to get through this, but I love you and I'll do my best." And then work on building something new with the materials at hand instead of trying to rely on a foundation that's half gone.
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5/29/05 09:02 pm (UTC)I went through something similar with my brother when he was ten and I was twelve. He was my best friend before, but after...we became total strangers. And stil are, really. He's got his life, his career, his friends, all in another city, and we don't know each other at all.
I could blather on about different kinds of grief, but I'm pretty sure you're already pretty well-versed.
This may be entirely presumptuous, but it might help to give her something tangible that she can hold in her hands, that says, "I don't have a fucking clue how to get through this, but I love you and I'll do my best." And then work on building something new with the materials at hand instead of trying to rely on a foundation that's half gone.
*hugs you more*