It fucks me off that in today's world where everything goes people can be so judgemental about how people behave in grief.
There isn't an acceptable way to deal with the loss of someone you love, and to judge others about how they grieve is one of the dickish things anyone can do.
Go on, judge me. As my son lay dying in hospital I ordered a meal from Burger King (back in the days where fast food was the only late opening option in hospital)
I ate it next to my husband, sat at a table whilst my son was dying on the floors above, whilst people moved around me doing normal things. Then we went back and sat with him until he died.
His funeral was the best day I've had since he died (it was unexpected, he went from being perfectly healthy then being taken into hospital and dying)
The funeral was the last day it was all about him, it was all his birthdays and Christmas' and life all rolled into one. At his 'wake' his friends laughed and played, we all did. We shared stories, I didn't cry.
And then when most people had left and the remaining children returned to grandparents, we went for the booziest, most expensive dinner I have ever had. And it was lovely, he was there with us all that day. The last day that was just for him.
And the day after his funeral I couldn't get out of bed for four days.
I know that people post with an agenda, but judging grief of anyone is wrong.