Grief is weird
My brother died this morning after a two week battle with the complications from flu.
I've lost others before, both my parents, a couple close friends even a coworker. So I thought I knew what to expect from grief.
Only I have this overwhelming sense of rage. At my brother whose drinking weakened his body so much that it couldn't fight off the flu. At his medical proxy and caretaker, both family members, who waited to get him to a doctor. At my sister who wasn't ready to let him go last week and put him through more pain and suffering. At having to make the choice to stop life support...
I know how to handle the sadness and pain, but I have no idea what to do with the rage....
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