My brother died earlier this year in quite horrible circumstances. He lived in a very hot country, and it was 5 days before he was found. Because of the circumstances (he was a sole parent to my 9yr old nephew who was in the house with him the whole time) it was heavily reported, and very graphically.
I found that quite hard to deal with at the time, along with the various internet forums that were full of people speculating over my brother's death, one even descending into a row on racism. However, I was very busy dealing with embassy, consulate, fending off media and generally looking after everything for my parents and siblings - arranging flights, funerals etc etc. so I didn't give it too much headspace, other than fending them off and worrying whether it would still be on the news when we got there (they were unaware of any reporting).
Anyway, I've cut out a lot of details because they aren't relevant to what I'm posting about and it would be far too long for anyone to read. I got his post mortem report a month ago, and its been since then really that I've started trying to come to terms with everything. I haven't had support from my family, but it isn't in a malicious way, I think I've always been seen as the one who deals with everything and sorts everything and they think I'm stronger than I perhaps am, I don't know. I've had great support from DH though. He has cystic fibrosis, and his medical team kind of encompass all areas - consultants, physios, dieticians, nurses, psychologists, social workers etc. Because of the extreme stress we've been under over the past 6 months (I've also had a cancer scare and worries over my health related to my brother), they have gone out of their way to support the pair of us. This resulted in his social worker coming to see us last week, and she has been a marvellous help, and has really allowed me to start putting things into perspective and start to grieve.
However, I keep fixating on the pictures of my brother that were published. Its kind of weird, but the authorities where he lived photograph everything at the scene, including passports, and send them with the police report to all media outlets. The photos are pixelated before being printed, but you can very clearly make out his outline, fluids etc.
I want to stop looking, but can't make myself. I've even toyed with contacting one of these papers and requesting the unpixelated copies, but I know deep down that it won't help me in any way, and thankfully have stopped myself. I've spent hours googling decomposition and putrefaction, and I don't know why! I'm trying to focus on putting all of my memories down on paper and making scrapbooks of my brother's things (cards, photos, achievements etc) for my nephew when he's older. He doesn't really have an emotional capacity to deal with things like this, and is very matter of fact, but he might appreciate it one day?
I don't really know why I've posted, I guess to try and drum some sense into myself!