[My blog posts aren't perfect. I know that. But if I try to be perfect, I will never do anything at all.]
It's a strange thing, to feel guilty for being happy or enjoying things. It happened again to me today. I was playing a YouTube video of a full B-52's album (easier than popping in my CD, plus it shows lyrics, etc.).
I put this video on...
[click image to go to video]
...in order to get some energy to do some work around the house. I was enjoying it until I thought about how my late sister Kim also liked the B-52's. Then I felt guilty for being alive, for dancing around, for enjoying the music at all, when she so obviously couldn't do the same.
Kim wasn't the kind of person who would ever want anyone to feel bad about anything, or to not enjoy their life, yet I still feel this guilt about being happy. I feel this guilt regarding everyone we've lost, but of course especially when it comes to Kim, because she was my youngest sister and I'll always believe that she should still be here. I mean, I wish that the older people we've lost could be here, too, but Kim should be with her son.
I have to keep telling myself that Kim wouldn't want me to feel this way. Maybe one of these days that truth will get through to me, but for now it's still this way.