About 3 weeks ago, my dad wrecked on his motorcycle. His injuries are still pretty extensive but he is in stable condition. I know it is an inevitability for us to outlive our parents but coming so close to the reality of that sentiment has left me quite shaken. I don't have any great-grandparents left, but all my grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, etc... are still here. Being confronted with the almost-reality of someone I love so dearly passing away is something I am having trouble grasping.
Even though my father is still with us and is on the road to recovery, my family is going to hell in a hand basket around me. My mother has turned into a mess and completely gone to pieces. Crying all the time, not eating, not bathing, etc. My sister has gone on a meth binge that could rival that of any rockstar. My brother is drinking more than is safe for any grown person. And I am... just keeping on. I get up, go to work, go to the hospital for a couple hours, come home, cook dinner, do laundry. Except for the frequent and hours long hospital visits, slight insomnia(which is a preexisting condition anyway), and traumatic dreams when I do sleep, my life is pretty much the same. My mother tells me I am not "expressing myself" or "dealing with what has happened" but IMO, life doesn't stop just because something catastrophic happens. Bills still need to be paid, house still needs to be cleaned.
My question to you: When trauma happens, what do you do? If you have lost someone close, how did you cope? Am I just a cold-hearted *****?