I've just found out that my aunt died this week and I just can't understand why I'm not a wreck.
Since having ds I get emotional at a lot of things (adverts, songs, other wierd things) but at the moment I just feel hollow.
I adored her even though I hadn't seen her in years. We kept in touch over the phone, emails etc but she never got to see ds for various reasons and now I'm feeling guilty that I should have made more of an effort to get there. After speaking to my cousin, he said that the first thing he will do when everything is sorted is to come and see me and ds.
I'm welling up writing this but I'm not in floods of tears which I sort of expected me to do.
Why am I not crying my heart out?
Thanks for reading my self pitying whinge.