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I have a hard time dealing with family.
My aunt is busy slaving away in the kitchen as my nonna's body slowly shuts down. She can't go in the room where she lays. My dad has avoided coming to the house altogether. I was home til about noon, my dad was exercising in the garage, pedalling away at the bike like there's no tomorrow. What is it about death that makes us so crazy? Is it the selfish sadness we feel that WE will no longer have time with someone? because surely we're not mourning for the dying person. everybody has their time. I avoid sadness by just running from it. Instead of dealing with it, I just don't.
My aunt is busy slaving away in the kitchen as my nonna's body slowly shuts down. She can't go in the room where she lays. My dad has avoided coming to the house altogether. I was home til about noon, my dad was exercising in the garage, pedalling away at the bike like there's no tomorrow. What is it about death that makes us so crazy? Is it the selfish sadness we feel that WE will no longer have time with someone? because surely we're not mourning for the dying person. everybody has their time. I avoid sadness by just running from it. Instead of dealing with it, I just don't.