Ok I'll start by saying that I really wanted to title this subject "On Death: Brits VERSUS Americans" but I didn't want to make it seem like a competition or who handles death better because death just sucks.
That said...
I've not been on the forum much because I lost my grandma aka my second mom aka my best buddy aka my heart. She died at my mom's home in Miami, Florida on 10 February at the age of 89 after battling dementia for several years. She died almost exactly 10 years to the day and time that my grandfather passed away in a house fire. He died on 9 February, 2009 at approximately 8 PM. My grandmother died on 10 February in the wee morning hours. Oddly enough, as her health was rapidly declining, I KNEW she was going to die on the day he died. I even told my husband and my mom a week beforehand. And well, I was as close to being right as I could possibly be. I just knew.
Her funeral was on 28 February in Detroit, Michigan where she was buried next to her husband/my grandfather. Her interment ceremony was held in the Rosa Parks chapel at Woodlawn Cemetery in Detroit. Rosa Parks' final resting place is right there in the mausoleum of the chapel. It was a beautiful ceremony and I think my grandma would have appreciated it.
On Sunday, 24 February, I took a train from Penrith to London and spent the night there. The next day, I took an early morning direct flight to Detroit. It was freezing cold and snowy in Detroit. I couldn't believe that it was warmer in Northern England than it was in Detroit. Global warming? Anyway, I had to be there and there was much to be done before I had to fly back to the UK again on the following Friday, 1 March. When someone close to you dies, it is all so overwhelming as you have to plan a funeral and handle business affairs, etc. It's the worst thing ever when all you want to do is lie in the bed and cry your eyes out. But you just get it done.
Detroit has made quite the comeback over the last few years. I grew up there. It was a pretty hard city for most of my time living there but I could always see the diamond in the rough that was just ready to be cut and polished. It's getting there. I love it. My grandma would have loved it. In fact, if ever we end up choosing to move to America (though I can't see that happening), I would definitely consider a return to Detroit. It's a city for artists and musicians and foodies and entrepreneurs. I've always been a proud Detroiter but now I'm even more proud.
I digress. As much as I just wish I had been there on holiday, I was there for my grandma's funeral. Honestly, my grandma was as beautiful in death as she was in life. She was a fighter through and through. She stayed as long as she could... As long as SHE wanted to stay. She left on her own terms. She did everything that way. She was well-loved. The few of her friends who are still alive and in the Detroit area came to celebrate her. My mother's friends came to celebrate her. My friends came to celebrate her. Each generation spoke on how she individually touched and affected their lives. It was such a gift for me to hear just how much of a friend, mother, and grandmother she was to everyone. Those old familiar faces and voices made the day a little easier.
My friends in America have been so amazing to me. They've called, written, texted, messaged, and Facebooked (not sure that's really a verb). I definitely feel the love. And I know if I was there in America, they'd be surrounding me, holding me up, and carrying me until I could carry myself again. They would show up at my door, take me out to lunch, sit and have a coffee - or something stronger - with me. They'd bug me to the point of pure annoyance because they'd want me to know they care and that they love me. I NEED them and I can't have them because of the distance. I'm here in England with no one.
You'd think I don't know anyone here in the UK... but I do. But I almost feel like I don't because they are NOWHERE TO BE FOUND. I have maybe one actual friends, a few acquaintances, and of course, my husband's family. And not a single one has reached out since I've been back from the US to ask me how I am or if I need anything or if I just want to meet for a cuppa. Not even my one sister-in-law with whom I believed I was pretty close. I am utterly shocked to not really have heard from her especially considering she lost her mom a couple of years ago. She knows the pain it brings. I wasn't living here then and didn't really know her at that time but you best believe I would have reached out to her. And then there's my one sort of actual friend... She lost her dad back in October and I would at least just drop her a text and offer an ear or a shoulder or a cuppa. I didn't push but I reached out to let her know I was here for her. Well, I haven't really heard from her either.
So what gives? Is this just a huge cultural difference in how Brits and Americans handle death, grief, and mourning? I've tried to justify why I've been left alone. Maybe the Brits think I need space? Maybe they think they'll be invasive of my privacy? I've just been trying to understand but I can't. And now I think I have discovered the hardest part of being an American expat in the UK. It's the isolation during life's toughest challenges. No one is here for me. I miss my friends and right now I wish I was back in America. Right now I hate being here. And I miss my grandma. She would be the one person who I could have talked to about how I'm feeling. And she would have had the most perfect thing to say to make it all better. Yeah...