Did you know there were 5 stages of grief? They are denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance.
Sometimes I think I'm on stage one where I am still in denial. I still think Long is going to walk through the door with his laundry basket, and say hello in that voice. Maybe he's sitting in the living room singing Fuzzy Wuzzy. Or maybe he sitting on his computer playing games...
It's weird. I don't know how to deal with death. How am I suppose to feel? What is a normal way to handle how I feel? Is it normal to be mad? Or cry at random times?
I don't pretend to feel as much pain as the family, but I feel the lost deeply. He was like my older brother, and we grew up with each other.
We'll never know why, but I know, I believe, and I trust that he's happier now.
He's probably on a cloud laughing at all the fuss we are making...
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