My son died 3 years ago today. No one remembered or cared enough to tell me that they did. I feel hurt, angry and yet selfish.
The anniversary of losing a loved one is always a difficult time. While we hope (or expect) everyone to feel the same as us, that is not often the case. You remembered - and that is the most important thing.
I seem to be the only one in my family who remembers the anniversary of my son's death, January 19, 2016. He was 27 and died from a blood clot that shut his lungs and heart down out of the blue. Everybody calls me on his birthday to make sure I'm okay but it isn't his birthday that bothers me, it's his death day. I relive that day in my head constantly and especially on the anniversary. I don't go anywhere, I don't talk to people that day, I just grieve even more.
My daughter died on June 18 of brain cancer. No one has offered me condolences at work. It’s like no one knows what to say to me and I feel like no one wants to hear about how I am feeling. You have every right to feel the way you do but why selfish?
I think people are scared it will happen to them next, or guilty that it didn't happen to them or even grateful it didn't happen to them. Society tends to believe if they ignore something it either isn't there or will go away.