sweetisu

I can’t shake it. I keep thinking about James Kim and the whole ordeal of what they went through and imagining how things were said or done and this and that. I keep putting ourselves into the situation and driving myself crazy with possible conversations and actions and inactions and endings.

I don’t think I’m alone.

I keep reading about it on various sites. Almost daily there is something new about it, and with each new twist or fact to the story, I find myself sinking in deeper and deeper, and being drawn closer and closer into this… I don’t even know how to call it.

Is is possible that I am mourning for a complete stranger? I think so. Very much so. And I think it’s rightly so. After all, who hasn’t been deeply touched by this tragic story in one way or another? It’s so hard even for us strangers, I can’t possibly know what it’s like to actually have known him or being related to him. Oh how I wish the family and friends of James much peace and strength to get through this very difficult time.

The grief is very different than when my grandparents passed away (they were the only two who have passed ever since I can remember), and of course the age difference sets it completely apart too. I don’t know how to deal with this and don’t want to slump much more into it. I’m afraid I might need to see a grief counselor…?! Please if anyone has any advice, I’d love to know. Thanks.