#grandparent death tw

[spamton]

i accidentally napped and had a dream (nightmare?) where a new update for stardew valley released where everything was the same except on a random day in year 3 Evelyn would just straight up die. There was a whole cutscene that started in her house where she collapsed, and then transitioned over to the hospital where Harvey gave George and Alex the worst news of their lives. However, they got to speak to her where she said something along the lines of "Yoba will protect me, and I am sure he will let me watch over you."

Alex and George would not talk to the player for more than a few words for a full season after this event. George would spend most of his time in the bedroom, so if you had less than 2 hearts with him, you could barely ever speak to him.

And Alex... oh my god, poor Alex. If you were married to him during this event, he just stayed in bed all day. Otherwise, if single, he would just stand on the beach most of the time, staring off into the ocean. If you tried to interact with him, it would just say "Alex is grieving... Better leave him be."

There was also other NPC dialogue like mayor Lewis saying "I haven't seen the community in this state of mourning since your grandfather passed..."

there was also a glitch where you could make Evelyn live forever and there were entire guides for the "immortal Evelyn glitch" that got patched out in the next update. If you tried to perform the glitch after the patch, mr. Qi would tell you that "hey, it happens to all of us. We can't prevent it, and neither can you, no matter how hard you try."

#stardew valley #sdv #death tw #grandparent death tw #family death tw #I DIDNT MEAN TO DOZE OFF AND YOBA PUNISHED ME IN THE WORST WAY POSSIBLE

[lavampira]

it’s so wild the way grief will hit you in waves. it always makes me think of that quote how it doesn’t go away, you just make room for it.

#the cardinals are starting to trickle back into my yard to fight for the hummingbird feeders #and it gave me a fleeting thought about my gramma and man. #anyway i’m fine just having a Moment on top of how fragile i’ve been lately and wishing i could call her #the life and times #grief tw #grandparent death tw

[youreonyourownkid]

nothing more devastating than my grandpa in hospice care calling out the name of my grandma who’s been dead for 10 years.

#like. fuck #grandparent sickness tw #grandparent death tw

[rwuffles]

hi guys — either my activity is going to spike in an attempt to cope with what's happening or it is going to slow down immensely. i've been avoiding mentioning it but i feel like i should in case i lash out , act strangely or say weird things which i know i am prone to do when emotional.

we got news that my bà nội ( paternal grandmother ) died last week. we're going to the state she lived in tomorrow to be with family and attend her funeral. i've been all over the place mentally & may continue to be so for a bit. i hope that you guys understand , i don't mean to dump this all on you but to just give an explanation for any strange behavior.

#︵︵﹒ @rwuffles ｜ ⚣ #︵︵﹒ talking ｜ ⚣ #death #tw death #death tw #tw grandparent death #grandparent death tw #cw death #death cw

[bat-the-misfit]

i'm seriously considering leaving tumblr again lol i'm a fucking joke

#even tumblr isn't helping my mental health anymore lmao i love life #it's been one year my nonna passed away today i'm so destroyed #the chaos actually started when she passed away #my life has been bad since 2020 but after her i feel like i'm in hell #wow life is beautiful lol #tio morcego tá pistola #hoje o tio morcego não tá de bom humor #death tw #grandparent death tw #family member death tw #tio morcego tá destruído

[calswildflcwer]

Sooo… My grandfather passed away on the 11th September 2021, my grandmother (his wife) passed away on the 9th September 2022. Last week, I messaged my tattoo artist and asked if he could ink me with something from a card I once received from my grandparents, just a little memorial tattoo in my grans handwriting, this is the outcome of it and I am in love with it 😍🥰

My grandparents were more like parents to me, they were there where my parents failed. They loved me and my siblings as if we were their own children whereas my parents couldn’t and refused to. It broke my heart losing them, they were the last grandparents I had left and I feel like there is a constant void in me with them gone. I miss them everyday but I guess this is little reminder that they’ll always be here with me 🥺

Gran, grandad, I miss and love you both always! Wherever you are ❤️

#bees rambles #bee rambles #bees thoughts #bee speaks #bees tattoo story #bee thinks #grandparent death tw #grandparents #miss you always #🥺😭

[shares-a-vest]

Prompt: Family Heirloom and Starry Night (Discord Drabble) Two prompts in 24hrs, the drabblers are spoiled today. It's Lex's birthday! @thefreakandthehair I'm so sorry that my Frankenstien prompt for your b'day is also Steve Sad Boy™ hours. But it has a light-hearted end!!! 🏈🏈🏈 tw: death of a grandparent (way in the past)

"Why would mom mail this to me?" Steve finally mutters from his position at the kitchen bench.

Eddie shimmies upright on the couch and rubs at his eyes, long glazed over from forcing himself to pretend to pay attention to tonight's game. He'd flipped it over a good half an hour ago as the space he had given Steve started to linger on a little too long for his liking.

He just wasn't supposed to almost fall asleep while waiting for Steve to join and watch his favourite team win all those... points? touchdowns?

It doesn't matter nearly as much as the package that was delivered late in the afternoon – one that has left Steve glued to his kitchen stool.

A heavy but small and thin box with 'FRAGILE' and 'DO NOT BEND' emblazoned all over it, the red warnings leaving just enough space for their address and the return label.

Steve has opened it, Eddie realises, looking over his partner's impossibly hunched shoulders when he reaches him.

"I don't remember ever seeing that in your house, sweetheart," he says, standing close and snaking his arms around Steve's middle.

He frowns at the small framed print of Vincent Van Gough's Starry Night painting and rests his chin on Steve's shoulder.

"Mom hated it," Steve explains, "Refused to hang it anywhere in the house after my Grandpa passed. He left it to her."

Eddie hums in the affirmative.

The gold and gaudy frame doesn't exactly scream Mrs Harrington's taste in decor...

"Should I call her?" Steve rasps, setting the print down to pinch his nose, "What if something's wrong and that's why she is sending it to me?"

Eddie can feel his lip quivering.

"Maybe we should talk first, hmm?" he suggests, giving Steve a reassuring squeeze.

"Or..." Steve continues, his tone becoming bitter, "She's sending it now to make it official. That I'm no longer..."

He cuts himself off with a shaky exhale and looks around their relatively new (but technically very old and rundown) apartment. A quiet little spot in Indy they'd scored without too much searching.

One that they soon filled with their records and clothes, Eddie's amp and guitar and Steve's old trophies. Too many knickknacks they'd thrifted with the help of Robin and a lot of second-hand furniture Wayne found.

An apartment they are still in the process of making their own as they work themselves out together.

Their place in the world. Their home.

Eddie looks over to a patch of blank wall by the phone.

A spot that could use something...

"Do you like it, the painting?" he whispers, pressing a kiss to Steve's ear.

Steve grips the frame, his knuckles quickly turning white as he tenses up. He nods his head vigorously and sniffles.

"My grandpa..."

"Starry, starry night," Eddie sings low, "Paint your palette blue and grey..."

He reaches out to place his hands over Steve's and feels them relax in his touch.

"Look out on a summer's day..." Steve continues wetly, "Yeah..."

He sighs and closes his eyes, shifting his weight back onto Eddie.

"Looks like a pretty good heirloom to me," he says, swaying them just enough to leave Steve humming contentedly without threatening his position on the rickety kitchen stool.

Eddie continues humming the song, a favourite of Wayne's that he only ever passively listened to enough to pick up on the opening line and tune.

"Wanna watch the game with me?" he asks, nodding back to the television as he finishes the song.

Steve giggles, his shoulders gradually shaking them both.

"Baby, I watched that game two Sundays ago."

"But it's your favourite," Eddie argues, jostling their conjoined form, "The Cubs!"

"Eds, that's baseball!"

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #lilys drabbles #stwgdailyprompt #steddie ficlet #steve harrington angst #tw death of a grandparent #steve harrington's parents #harrington family TM

[nmolesofadrenaline]

#love love love #on death #death mention tw #a matter of life and death #on grief #grief poetry #grief/mourning #grief poem #dealing with grief #grief journal #grief #abuse survivor #griefjourney #griefandloss #coping with grief #tw grief #loss #dealing with loss #grandparents #grandfather

[one-time-i-dreamt]

I was at my grandparents' old farm for a big picnic and my grandfather’s ghost followed me around and told me he was disappointed in me. A majority of the dream was spent making homemade waffle cones.

#dream #grandparents #farm #family #picnic #grandfather #ghost #death tw #baking #waffle #waffle cone

[aromanticduck]

If you're comfortable, put the specific age in the tags

#death tw #family death tw #polls #family #grandparents #organic home grown content

[dark-nymph3t]

Grandpa, thank you for allowing me to love you.

You were, and still are, the soul of my soul. You are one of the best things to ever happen to me and thank you for being the best grandpa in the world and for letting me be your grandchild. You were still laughing and joking and smiling to the end, and that’s how I will remember you. I will see you again, not for a while, but I will, and I will give you the biggest hug, bring you and the biggest hershey bar ever, and the largest pecan pie I can make. You promised you would be there when I graduate and when I get my PhD, and you will be. You won’t be there physically, but you’ll still be there, you’ve never broken a promise and you won’t start now. I will love you forever.

Thank you Grandpa, for everything. I love you so much, more than you will ever know.

#tw death #tw loss of a grandparent #tw vent #text #txt

[chrisdrysdale]

Grief.

Chris evans x reader

Warnings: angst, loss of a family member, grief, crying, bad job.

a / n: this fic is really just a little self healing fic for me. I am sending you and your family my greatest condolences if something like this has happened recently and / or in the past. I am always here if you need someone to chat to. 💗

Chris rushed home the second he had heard what happened, he knew you wouldn't be home till later but he wanted to have everything ready for you. You called him from the bathroom at work, sobbing, crying into the phone, telling him that your mom had just texted you to let you know that your grandmother had passed away. It was all very sudden, no one had expected it. You went to your boss, begging him to let you go home but he yelled at you telling you to go back to work and that you’d lose your job if you went home. The next 5 hours were long, sitting at your desk, vision blurred from the tears rising up and falling out of your eyes, typing away as your heart ached. Once the clock hit 6pm, you grabbed your bag and coat and ran out the door, rushing to your car and driving home.

 As soon as Chris saw your headlights in the driveway, he instantly stood up and ran outside, the rain pouring down on him but he didn’t care. As the car came to a stop, you burst out into tears, resting your forehead down on the wheel. Chris quickly got to your side of the car and opened the door, engulfing you in his arms as he rushed you inside. Once the door had closed, Dodger was already at your feet and he knew something was up.  

Chris looked at you sadly before you dropped your head to your chest and sobbed hard, your knees buckling and Chris catching you quickly. “It’s okay, angel… I have you”. He gently walked both of you to the couch and sat down, rubbing your back softly. You sobbed harder and harder, barely being able to catch a breath. “I- I didn't.. Even get to say goodbye”.

 Chris gave you a heavy sigh and kissed your forehead. “I know baby, it's awful, but think about it now, she's looking down on you know thinking. “That’s my amazing grandbaby”. I bet she’s so proud of you”. You wiped your nose on his chest, and snuggled down into him, still crying a little bit. “You really think so?” 

“I know so”

“I know so” you repeated back to him.

After a little while, Chris sat up a little bit. “Wanna wear my pjs and order pizza?”. You gave him a quick flash of a smile and he helped you up off the couch and brought you upstairs, giving you a pair of flannel pyjama bottoms, a t-shirt and a big hoodie. You sniffled and smiled softly as he began helping you get changed, slowly unbuttoning your shirt.

After a little while, Chris sat up a little bit. “Wanna wear my pjs and order pizza?”. You gave him a quick flash of a smile and he helped you up off the couch and brought you upstairs, giving you a pair of flannel pyjama bottoms, a t-shirt and a big hoodie. You sniffled and smiled softly as he began helping you get changed, slowly unbuttoning your shirt.

Once you were changed, Chris and Dodger slowly led you downstairs onto the couch. He went into the kitchen to order the pizza, tossing you the remote to the tv, telling you to pick whatever you wanted to watch, You stuck on your favourite movie and snuggled onto the couch, Dodger cuddling in and resting right on your tummy. After a few minutes, the door rang, Chris jogging over to get it. You sat up a bit, placing Dodgers head on your lap as you made room for Chris. He sat beside you and pulled your back against his chest as he handed you a slice of pizza.

After a few more slices of pizza and a few more silent tears, you snuggled back into Chris’s chest, him gently stroking your hair with his fingers. You found yourself falling asleep, which you were pretty shocked about because usually your grief comes with insomnia, but yet there you are fast asleep and snoring.

Of course when the day finally came, Chris came with you to the funeral. He held your hand the whole time, if when you were up on the altar, saying your tribute prayer, he insisted he be with you. He supplied tissues and he gave his condolences to your whole family and even almost punched your cousin when he asked for a photo.

Chris recommended that you skip the dinner afterwards. He knew that your relationship with some of your family members was…. Iffy, and he told you that he’ll do pizza and pjs night, in memory of her.

#Chris evans x reader #Chris evans #cevans #chris evans x reader fluff #Chris evans x reader angst #dodger evans #tw grandparent death #tw grief #tw grieving #tw death

[lavampira]

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sometimes I think about the fact I went through losing both of my dad’s parents, severe covid, and pneumonia all in the same couple of weeks span, and it’s like. well. if I survived the worst month of my life with all of that then I can probably also get through my brain going nuclear these last few months too 🤪

anyway tmi overshare into the void of my blog but ya girl is scheduling an appointment about my meds and/or pmdd since that also runs in my family and might explain some things because goddamn I need something to give here lmao

#also scheduling this vent to drop while asleep but ​it’s fine i’m just genuinely using my blog as a journal atm #the life and times #grandparent death tw #mental health tw #health mention

[youreonyourownkid]

unfortunately forever forced to remember the family friend who asked me what i’m currently doing in life mere minutes after cremating my grandfather

#grandparent death tw #like. ok.

[chappellrroan]

the family drama is about reach it's peak

#so like. dadi passed away i mean i hated that woman ofc so i am conflicted about it #plus she was old anyways but now mom's crying and dad has to leave tomorrow and there are no flights available #and i can hate him but that was still his mom i can't and don't want to imagine what must be going through his mind rn #and his siblings are pieces of shit no parental grandparents means they'll now talk about property and shit #it's already been so messy nobody talks to anyone anyways but now they'll have to face each other #99 percent sure mom is not taking us even if she has to go and hundred percent sure none of this will be peaceful #i just feel weird atp cause i hate her but this is terrible terrible time for her to go #anyways i will just switch off my brain and not think #mine #tw death

[bat-the-misfit]

i miss my nonna telling me "you're the perfect clone of your father except for the eyes" even if i hated when she said that bc it killed my sense of individuality lmao

#if i miss listening to her saying smth i hate it's bc the thing is pretty ugly #i used to be so angry lmao #like how dare you kill my sense of individuality and compare me to another human being???? #he's him and i am me #it's funny how when you grieve you miss even the most annoying things about that person #death tw #grandparent death tw #parent death tw #i don't like being compared to people bc that kills my identity #except for my favorite character bc he actually helped me build my identity #if this post screams enneagram 4 to you it's bc i'm one lmao #i was writing about identity and individuality and thought “jesus christ i'm so stereotypical” lol #well aNYWAY #my father's eyes were green that's what she meant with “except for the eyes”