Two and a half months ago my grandma died, on my birthday nonetheless. I couldn't tell you why, but I felt really ashamed to grieve about it. I felt like I needed to force myself to find joy out of the whole situation. Talking to a friend the next day, I apologized to him for being "out of it" because I felt bad that I wasn't able to put on a happy front. I was expecting an, "Oh it's fine, don't worry about it" or maybe, "I understand". He responded with "Jesus wept too." I couldn't imagine a better response. Comforting beyond my vocabulary.
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