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pennylayne I can relate. Being with someone till the very moment they leave this realm is moving and truly unique. Not eveyone goes through this and it can be very isolating. It is part of the reason I needed to find this board. I am happy i did, and I only just found it a couple of hours ago. I don't know what else to say except that I am here for ya and I understand your feelings of being a burden to others....and i understand the strange feelings of joy yet sorrow of being with a loved one up until the end.

My grandmother died in our family home about 3 weeks ago. Since then, a number of strange occurrences have happened. I lived upstairs with her in a duplex, while my parents reside in the downstairs flat. Anyways, since her death, I have been living downstairs in a spare bedroom. About a week after her death, the door to the bedroom i am sleeping in started shaking. It was shut tight, not locked or anything, but shut completely in the door jamb. It happened for about a minute or so, then I opened the door to see what was going on. My parents were sleeping, and we have no pets or children in the house. It happened the day after too, but not since then. Also, my parents had a doorbell installed that you can only ring from the back porch, so that me or grammie could ring if we were coming down, to let my parents know. The thing is, is that the porch is enclosed and locked. No one from outside can get in unless you have the housekeys. Well, this doorbell rings on its own! At least once a week, it has gone off, sometimes more. I had my boyfriend come over to rewire it or whatever you do to those things, and he said it seems to be fine. I really didn't know what to beleive until I found this thread. Wow.

Hi pandorasbox, I am new here too. I read your post and it really touched me because, while I have not lost either parent yet, I just lost my Grandmother on Feb. 10th. I lived with her in a duplex above my parents. It is hard to think that just 3 days before she died, we were watching Larry King! It has been almost a month and I still can't go upstairs, except to get some clothes or something. It really just hurts to be around all of our stuff....And it breaks my heart that my Dad is hurting so much too. It just never seems to end, all these triggers, upstairs and down. I also have had to deal with a terrible crime against my own family, although not at the same time as dealing with grief. That alone(dealing with a crime)is hard enough, and not enough people really truly understand it, at least in my experience. It is truly an emotional rollercoaster of its own, and then such a tragic loss for your family is really just terrible. My heart goes out to you and your family... cala