Some people mourn by sobbing for hours. Thatâ€™s okay.
Some people mourn by sitting silently. Thatâ€™s okay too.
Some people mourn by reflecting on the soul that is now departed.
Or thinking about all the happy memories.
Those are completely okay.
I mourn by not really mourning at all. I have to keep moving, I have to keep my life relatively normal. I distract myself by going to movies and out to lunch with friends. I go shopping, I post happy tweets, I carry on like nothing even happened. On the outside, I suppose it seems Iâ€™m not even sad, but thatâ€™s not true at all. My heart is broken. My stomach is in knots. My mind wonâ€™t let me believe the truth. To you, I appear unscathed, but appearance never does my mind justice. I donâ€™t think I should feel guilty about going out with friends tonight, or about going shopping yesterday. I donâ€™t want to talk about my grandpa. I donâ€™t want to think about the years of my life he will miss. I donâ€™t want to attend the funeral and have to sit in a cold room with his lifeless body for 8 hours surrounded by crying, helpless friends and family. Not everyone likes sobbing or sitting silently, and I think that should be okay, too.