A good portion of the night last night I spent dreaming about Joey and our family missing him. I cried a lot in my sleep. I'm not sure why I can't cry in real life very much, but it's tough for some reason. I feel as though it's not real most of the time, so I just spend a lot of time in disbelief. I guess in my sleep it's more real.
I feel guilty for going on with life. I feel as though I should still be grieving a lot. But, most of the day, I'm fine. Is that normal? Is that okay? I've never gone through a death of someone that I was this close to, so I'm not sure what to think or feel. I'm still just trying to wrap my mind around it all.
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