First, I'd like to say that I know there aren't any true "rules" for grieving; each person goes through the process in his own way. We experience a loss of a loved one or friend and must find healthy ways to ease the pain. Essentially, I'm writing because I'd like to know if it's possible to experience a sense of loss and go through a grieving process of my own if I really didn't even know the deceased on a personal level.
Through postings on my Facebook News Reel, I learned that a young man who was 3 yrs behind my high school class, was murdered last week. Initially, I couldn't place a face with the name but went to his profile and some memories of seeing him around school flooded back to me. I never spoke to him (from what I can recall), I certainly wasn't what most people would call a friend...I wasn't even an acquaintance. I just recall seeing his face around school, which wasn't strange since he was on our football team.
I find myself revisiting his Facebook profile so that I can read the many comments posted to his wall, read the stories people are sharing about what a kind man he was, what a good friend and loving son. I keep clicking back to older posts so that I can read status updates that he wrote on his own profile and I sit and stare at the final update he made before he was fatally wounded. I've paged through his photos and written my condolences to my friends that actually did have a close relationship with him.
I've sat at this computer, staring at the comments and thinking about how short life is. I've googled his name so that I could read our local paper discuss the timeline of events leading up to his tragic death...I go back to his pictures and grin at his huge smile, a smile that shows up in almost every photo that everyone took with him. I wish I knew him.
I just wonder if it's strange that I feel such a sense of loss...I think I feel it on a human level, that the life of a man approximately my age was cut so short...that it could happen to anyone. I feel angry that it could happen to someone so apparently kind and full of life. These are all of the same feelings I might have had if he had been a true friend. I've sat here feeling so disgusted and angry until I finally allowed myself to cry. I wish that his family and friends wouldn't have to go through the pain they must be in now.
I guess I'll just leave my rather long essay-like post at this...Thanks for reading.
Through postings on my Facebook News Reel, I learned that a young man who was 3 yrs behind my high school class, was murdered last week. Initially, I couldn't place a face with the name but went to his profile and some memories of seeing him around school flooded back to me. I never spoke to him (from what I can recall), I certainly wasn't what most people would call a friend...I wasn't even an acquaintance. I just recall seeing his face around school, which wasn't strange since he was on our football team.
I find myself revisiting his Facebook profile so that I can read the many comments posted to his wall, read the stories people are sharing about what a kind man he was, what a good friend and loving son. I keep clicking back to older posts so that I can read status updates that he wrote on his own profile and I sit and stare at the final update he made before he was fatally wounded. I've paged through his photos and written my condolences to my friends that actually did have a close relationship with him.
I've sat at this computer, staring at the comments and thinking about how short life is. I've googled his name so that I could read our local paper discuss the timeline of events leading up to his tragic death...I go back to his pictures and grin at his huge smile, a smile that shows up in almost every photo that everyone took with him. I wish I knew him.
I just wonder if it's strange that I feel such a sense of loss...I think I feel it on a human level, that the life of a man approximately my age was cut so short...that it could happen to anyone. I feel angry that it could happen to someone so apparently kind and full of life. These are all of the same feelings I might have had if he had been a true friend. I've sat here feeling so disgusted and angry until I finally allowed myself to cry. I wish that his family and friends wouldn't have to go through the pain they must be in now.
I guess I'll just leave my rather long essay-like post at this...Thanks for reading.