Hey Pandas, What Have You Experienced That Is Both Sad And Happy At The Same Time? (Closed)

The death of my father. Sad, because it dashed any hope I held out that he might change and apologize for abusing me. Happy, because it meant that I would never, ever have to worry about him hurting me again.

Happy to see Joe Biden got elected.
Sad because it was such a close call and so many Americans fail to see the horridness of the orange turd for what he is.

My mates funeral. it was sad that he died but there was loads of laughter and joy and i think most people left feeling happy they knew him rather than sad he died. most other funerals have been sad occaisons but this one was almost fun

Reading a good book, enjoying the hell out of it, but knowing that it will end.

The decision to relocate to a different continent has brought me joy in the prospect of encountering new experiences. Nevertheless, I deeply miss my family, whom I haven't had the opportunity to meet in person since late 2019.

All of my children are still home, and in the most non-weirdly-codependent way possible, they are truly some of our best friends now that the oldest ones are in their 20s. We genuinely enjoy them as people. Parenting/being a mother has been everything I ever dreamed it would be when I was a little girl playing with my dolls and it's so odd to think I'm quickly coming to the end of my intense hands-on years of that. But everything changes and I know this is another season in life --one abnormally extended by the 'vid--these awesome people I made would not still be here if their lives didn't get put on hold for 2.5 yrs. So we got extra time together to forge this adult relationship but everything is moving forward now. The youngest (12) can feel it: she had a little breakdown the other night over going back to school, next one in line going to high school and not being with her, not wanting the oldest ones to go anywhere... So many feels, and yet I'm also so excited to see what happens next. What the next season brings. Who may possibly join our family. Excuse me whilst I go cry now.

Moving out of Canada.

It needed to happen and I am much happier where I am now, but I do miss it sometimes and get homesick for trees and lakes and watching sunsets on the bluffs.

i'd had many dogs in my like but in my adult life i had three: helga, the doberman, evie, the boxer, and sally, the border collie. all were rescues and they lived in harmony with me. as life happens, sally was the first to go (age 16) then helga (age 13). evie, being the youngest, was around for many years afterwards but eventually at age 14, she developed a health issue that needed a decision of taking a chance of losing her during surgery or letting her go peacefully. i decided on the latter. my vet was wonderful. we spread a quilt down and we laid down together and it was at that moment that i realized how lucky i was to have had all my girls but especially evie because of her i recognized this moment of such gratitude of having her share her life with me, all the silliness of her, all of the protection she gave me and that i didn't think i could ever let her know this. so, i hugged her and held her as i let her go. she fell asleep before the final injection in my arms so i cried and smiled and petted and thanked her for all that she was. that is my happy/sad moment and it is the best memory i have in life.

It was bittersweet when my great-grandmother died. I was really sorrowful that she died, and I cried the whole night when I got the news of her death. But yet, thinking about it right now, she suffered a lot in the end. In her late 80's through early 90's She couldn't remember anyone, she couldn't speak, she couldn't walk, she couldn't eat by herself. When she was younger, she had to go through wars and the Great Famine, and she didn't even know when her birthday was. Her husband mistreated her and had a second wife at the same time. She was a good mother, grandmother, and great-grandmother. Now her troubles are gone and I hope she is happy and blissful in her well-deserved paradise and haven. Rest in peace to her. She died around in her 90's.

My sister went home( Heaven, that's what I believe) earlier this month. Sad, knowing we will never act silly and laugh together again. I am happy, that's she out of pain, and that cancer will never rear its ugly head in her direction again. EVER. Sad, that I can not call her on the phone anytime I want to. Happy that I can talk to her in my heart anytime I want to.

Losing my first pet cat as an adult. “Gizmo”.

I’m sad that I had to make the decision to put her to sleep but happy that she was with me for 18 years. And I’m sure she was ready to go which had always worried me about making that decision.

She was wonderfully gentle, happy to be with people and had the most gorgeous green marble eyes. We grew up together and she was with me through so much. Break-ups, Make-ups, Moving. She was the protective factor when I was severely depressed and needed me or, I might not have been here to tell of her.

I cried harder losing her than my mum. But I know she was tired and she was ready. I miss you Mosie. I hope there is a place where I get to see you again.

I got married this year to a wonderful man, but I dont speak to my family anymore. It was the happiest and saddest day of my life.

I rescued a kitten. Was super fulfilling to watch him grow up into the healthy, happy, persnickety little turd he is today, but he was incredibly sick when I got him and there were times when I wasn't sure if he'd make it. He had all his teeth pulled at 8 months old because of severe stomatitis. Also he's still kitten-sized as an adult because of how malnourished he was as a kitten so he's still my little baby

The birth of my grandchild. Obviously a time of joy, but permanently changing the relationship with my own child, as you would expect. We're still really close, just it is all different to how it's always been and I ache for that.

Chocolate...good.
Fat Body... not so good.

When i hit by car. I recieved a lot of insurance money but it was really painful.

I think I've told this story before on here but I dunno how to find it.

Anyway, my folks were divorced for 14 years before my Dad died. He and I were never close for many reasons and hadn't spoken to each other in a long time. I handled his estate and cremation, but since my Mom and I lived together she didn't want his ashes in the house. I was undecided myself, so I just decided to let the ashes go, aka let the funeral home dispose of them.

Eventually they sent me a certified letter, saying that if I didn't come pick up the ashes, they were legally obligated to dispose of them and gave me a deadline which I let come and go.

Then years later when my Mom died, I handled her cremation through the same funeral home. When I went to pick up her ashes, low and behold, they had kept my Dad ashes too for some weird reason. It didn't make any sense to me, because they'd sent me that letter.

So that chilly but sunny day in March, I came home with both urns.

It was bittersweet because I was still in the early stages of grieving for my Mom but then also surprisingly happy to have my Dad's ashes too.

The passing of my father. My mother died in March 2022. She and my father were married 67 years. He could not stand to be without her. He passed away in August of 2022. He made it 5 months. I miss them both so much, but I know now that with his passing they are together again. And that is at least some consolation.

At 16 I put my son up for adoption. The parents had agreed to sending photos and updating me on his life. It was decided that the amount of photos and letters would come less frequently over time to eventually be only once a year. These things would be sent to the agency, who would then send them on to me. One day I realized I hadn't gotten anything for awhile and assumed that either he or his parents didn't want to do this any longer. It was devastating but I had given up any right to be involved the day I gave him up. In August 2018 I got a FB message from Ex saying he had found our son after doing a DNA test on Ancestry.com. I hadn't spoken to Ex since before giving birth and was shocked to hear from him. His DM asked if I had ever heard from our son and did I know anything about him. I responded that I had no info. He then told me our son's FULL name and explained that he tried to make contact but was ignored. I decided to look up my sons FB page and found him. The ABSOLUTE JOY I felt at seeing his photos, posts and learning about his life was overwhelming. I sent him a message and asked if he wanted to speak. He messaged me back and told me that, YES, he wanted to talk. He explained that he had been looking for me since he was 12 yrs old and that was the whole reason he took the DNA test. That he had kept the letter I had written at his birth in a frame on his nightstand his entire life. Turns out that the agency had moved and my address had gotten lost so they couldn't forward the letters and photos. If I had just had the courage to contact the agency about any letters, I would have been communicating with my son for more than a decade before my Ex sent me the message. I had missed out and even worse, made my son think I was rejecting him when he needed me. The JOY of finding him mixed with the PAIN of missing out on all that time with him was both beautiful and utterly horrifying.

When I adopted my cat Winnie a year ago, I thought I had won the lottery. She is so funny, smart and sweet. She was five years old then, and the woman at the shelter said there was nothing wrong with her, so I thought she'd be with me for many years to come. Although Winnie indeed appeared to be perfectly healthy (and still does), I took her to the veterinary to have it confirmed, and it turned out she has severe renal insufficiency. The vet said Winnie's blood work was the worst she had ever seen, and without immediate treatment (special food and medication), Winnie would only have a few weeks to live. Now she gets everything she needs, but the damage to her kidneys cannot be reversed, so she will probably only live another year, two at the most. I find that incredibly sad, but of course I'm still happy she's with me!