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That conflict, it seems is common, and it doesn\u2019t mean I loved one more, just that it is wild difficult!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Oddly Kubler-Ross never mentioned, or if she did I missed, it what I believe is called &#8220;Identity-shift grief&#8221;. You\u2019re not just mourning them; you\u2019re mourning who you were with them alive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Like\u2026.. when mum died I am still her child in one sense, but the active role of son, the one who popped in everyday on the way home and very probably the one she worried over &#8230; is gone. When Janet died, I lost the reflection of myself as \u201csibling,\u201d someone who knew my childhood from the inside. Those roles can\u2019t be replaced, so this is why I feel unmoored and why I do not know where to put myself right now, I am trying to reassemble a self in a world without them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>My Identity is woven from shared history. 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