Friday, 07/11/2008 - 9:37 p.m.
When DC got home today I asked if we could have some cuddle time and he asked what was wrong. I told him about crying today and after cuddles I finally figured out what it was.
I felt guilty for having a happy day when our friend is dead. (And gone entirely too early, on top of that.) I feel guilty for being healthy and happy when the lives of some incredibly wonderful people are scarred forever and changed forever.
Grief, you do indeed suck. Hard.
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