Warning…drunken moribidity follows:
Almost a yr ago my 6 yr old cousin was killed in freak accident. I remember the shock (it was almost physical) when I got the phone call, but I remember little else. During that week I minded kids, took phone calls, sent flowers, went to the funeral, and drank too much. Life went on.
Tonight, I watched an X-files episode where a little blond haired baby was hit by a train and I freaked out. I’ve mourned the deaths of family members before, but I was totally unprepared for the shock of guilt that I’m feeling right now. I feel guilt that I didn’t cry when Mac died, guilt that I did cry, but too late, and guilt that I’m watching his parents’ marriage fall apart. Is this normal? Am I overreacting?
I hope that just writing this down may help me work things out, but I’ve never felt this before and hope somebody here can help me put this in perspective.