I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about grief lately, what with my Mom dying and all. I think I’ve been thinking about it because I’m not really feeling it.
Rather than simply feeling guilty about not feeling all that sad about my Mom, I’ve put some thought into why I don’t. I’ve had years to deal with this. I did feel pretty bad 5 years ago when I found out she had a brain tumor. But I’ve had 5 years to get used to the idea, prepare for it, talk to my kids about it, etc. I’m ready.
It can be kind of awkward talking to people who assume (logically) that I’m really torn up about it. I don’t want to come off as cavalier when people ask me about her, but I don’t want to pretend to be more sad than I am just to suit their preconceptions either.
Part of the purpose of this post is to inform You, Dear Reader, that I do appreciate your prayers, your concern, your empathy, and your support. On the same note, I’m really doing just fine; Life is good. So thanks for your thoughts and prayers, and please don’t think me a jerk for not looking too sad. 🙂