Day 28. Last time I cried
The last time I cried was in Florida on vacation when I received a call from my sister letting me know that her husband had passed away. That was 2 weeks ago. I couldn’t control myself on the phone, I sobbed like a child. My husband told me “get it together” because he was afraid I was upsetting her.
That’s how I react to death, it strikes my heart right away and I react. It seems like it’s just too overwhelming to hear and I break down immediately and I cry out all of my tears. I cry so hard there are no more tears to give.
Then at the memorial service, I didn’t even so much as tear up as others around me are bawling, one even fainted.
We all grieve differently, and that’s what happens to me.