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					Originally Posted by Reboticon  thanks everyone who has posted, it means a lot.
 
 
 This is what i was trying to get at in the original post. While I want to rage, I can pretty much keep it under control. Sounds good right? Not so much. Maybe its the strict catholic school upbringing,or maybe its human nature, but when I am in control, I feel guilty as hell that I am not more upset. I feel I owe it to my mother to be practically comatose about it. However after reading what you guys have said and praying/thinking/meditating on it, I am trying to view it from the perspective of what would my mother want FOR me, and what the rest of my family NEEDS from me. That is helping quite a bit, but that nagging guilt is still wrapped up in the back of my head like my own dark passenger.
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That nagging guilt is very, very hard. I know that from experience. That guilt can make life very difficult. Just think of when you were a child and your mother saw you upset or sad? What would she do? Do yourself a favor and turn that nagging guilt into the voice of reason that could only stem from your mother's mouth. Feeling guilty is perfectly natural. My parents always told me that you must live for the living (my parents lost my older brother when he was just three). Your mother needs for you to be strong, and that's the hardest thing in the world to do. If you continue to show your lust for life and your enthusiasm, it will rub off on your family; this will help lift your father out of depression (it's exponentially harder for him than he can ever show). It's easy to be upset and angry, but the anger will subside, the tears will dry and you find that it was your faith that will help you return to the person everyone knows.