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As most of you probably know, my friend Danny was killed in Iraq last week (on Valentine's Day, actually). I just got a call from one of my friends letting me know that the funeral is scheduled for 11:00 on Thursday, and she wanted to know if I was going to try to get home for it. I told her I didn't think I'd be able to make it, because home is about 250 miles away and I don't have a car on campus. She said OK, but that she was going to try to find a ride (we go to the same college). I talked to another friend (from a different college) who said that I should try to get home any way I can, and she's probably right. I'm conflicted, though, for a number of reasons (many - OK, pretty much all - of them selfish. :( ):
1) I have two long classes on Thursday, one that only meets once a week, and at a notoriously academically rigorous college like this one, I feel like it would be difficult to miss those classes (even if the professors okayed it, which I'm sure they would, there would still be a ton of makeup work, and I'm already started to get swamped for the semester). That's the really shallow reason, and the one that I could possibly overcome.
2) Still pretty shallow, but...I don't handle funerals well at all. I don't know of very many people who do, but I tend to seriously freak out, even if I didn't really know the deceased person. Not just uncontrollable/hysterical crying to the point of almost becoming physically ill, but pretty much a complete mental breakdown. The last few times I've been to funerals - again, for people I barely knew - I was pretty much emotionally, mentally, and even to some extent physically incapacitated for the rest of the day. I've also experienced intense suicidal urges as a result of attending a funeral. :shrug: I'm not exactly sure what triggers it, but I think it may just be the sense of despair and grief that overwhelms me - even if the person had lived a long, full life with no regrets, and even if most of the other people at the funeral are treating it as a celebration of the person's life. I just can't do it.
So, here's my problem. Part of me knows I should find a way to get home for Danny's funeral, come hell or high water, because it's the right thing to do. We may not have been super-close since I graduated, but he was still a good friend and a wonderful person, and he deserves all the honor and love he can get. However, I can't even imagine what going to a friend's funeral (and such an untimely one, at that) would do to me. I feel selfish even thinking this, because I know it's not all about me...but I'm honestly afraid of how I would react. :( I think it might push me over the edge...and, as cheesy as it sounds, I'm sure Danny wouldn't want me to join him just yet. :cry:
I guess what I'm trying to do is ask for some advice...although, please, if you're just going to tell me I'm being a drama queen, I really don't need that - I know I probably sound like one, but this is a real problem for me. :shrug: Thanks.
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