When Dad died my unbelieving Aunt and Uncle came to town as I had to travel also.
My mom kept saying, why are you crying, you know he is coming back. You are so dramatic. Then later in front of my aunt and uncle, i understand why you are crying, because you left the organization. You are no longer a believer in Jehovah and you have no hope of ever seeing your father again. My wonderful Uncle came over and talked to me, about what I have no idea, i was to drunk to give a crap. My aunt and Ex husband pulled me through at the funeral in the kingdom hall. I didn't cry, I had taken some valium.
I drank myself for two weeks straight. Actually every day I was not behind the wheel and my co worker was driving, i was drinking. Until my 40th birthday, two months and two days later. I was given some 15yr old wine, and the some pot. I got so sick I couldn't move. After that I went to work and would never come home.
Always believeing that those living will never die came back to roost, guess what they do die. I should be shocked? No.
Life isn't what we expect. It is what we have to live with.
Cathy