That's exactly how I feel. Everytime I hear something it's like there's another little part of me inside that hasn't heard yet the horrible news and it says, "What???!! No! That's not possible! Oh God! Michael!!!!"
I've been quite sad today. All day today. Cried several times. What's up with today??? And just earlier I was looking at the date here on my computer and thinking... it's over a month since and still... I'll be "ok" or even feeling happy (joking around, laughing) for a couple of days and then have a day like today. I'm struggling inside still to figure out what to do with this situation. New thoughts, new perspectives keep finding their way to my consciousness almost daily. And all the questions of why. Why now? Why him? Why, why, why??? Can his message get out there better without him? Really? So did God decide the world would work out better without him, or was this a horrible accident? And how is this better???
And then strange moments that torture my mind, like feeling guilty. What the... ? Like guilty that I didn't pray for him every day during the trial and that I let my own mess of a life at the time make me stay emotionally distant because I couldn't deal with that pain in addition. I feel bad that I sort of avoided dealing with it at the time. Things like that. I loved him with all my soul every moment from when I was 12 onward (God knows I did, and I hope Michael knows this now too), but somehow I still find things buried inside myself to feel weird or guilty about or feel I'd need to explain or justify or ask for forgiveness. It's really shocking to me that I'm feeling this. I never knew this about myself. I always thought I lived pretty guilt-free because I know I do the best I can at the time and that I'm a pretty decent person. I guess that's part of the grief process going through this, weird regrets you didn't even realize you'd ever have. I hate it, though. What will it be like another month from now? Or the month after that? I shudder to have to fully take in that it will be another month, year, decade without Michael. But I guess these stages of grief and thus the emotions will change and find new and interesting ways to make me miserable or make me smile. Probably both.