There was a terrible house fire here in town 2 nights ago, and it spread too quickly, and seven children perished. The family had only been in Canada a few years, but had really settled in.
I have not met them personally, they weren't at my kids schools or anything, I have no connection besides being a mum, and in the same town.
I can't stop myself crying. I feel so much pain for the parents. It hits out of no where, like a kick in the guts. I hurt so much for all of them.
At the same time, I am angry at myself. I guess I feel like it isn't my grief personally, so I have no right to be so upset.
I'm not the type that mourns celebrities, or does public mourning.
I can't stand grief mongers
Yet I woke in the night, sobbing, dreaming about them.
I try and focus on the here and now, and then suddenly someone says something that brings it to mind, and the pain comes again.
I don't even know why I am posting, I guess I hope someone will say it's fine, or normal, or will stop, or something