After our 18 year old son was killed, people said they couldn’t believe I took it so calmly. What was going on was a kind of PTSD where I relived the conversation with the police when they came to give us the bad news.
It went on like a negative of a video in front of my face constantly for almost two months. I could see people but I had to look through the video. After it stopped I did break down often.
Oh my.
I’m sorry for your loss.
That is truly a hard thing.
If I lost one of mine I’m sure I’d never get over it.
A person can look calm but be barely clinging to a thread.