A person I love just died, and I feel nothing. Feeling nothing makes me feel sad because I think I am supposed to feel sad that a friend died, yet I felt nothing.
What's wrong with me, Gaf?
I'm still dealing with this. I'll talk about it more later this week in an interview if Piano and I can find a time to make it work.
Briefly, I lost two friends, both in their twenties, both completely unexpectedly. One died in his sleep, and I was at the funeral two days later, while the other disappeared and it took years and years for the full story of how she was randomly murdered to come out. That was hard enough for anyone, but I had to face it with this completely blunted emotional response. Like you, I felt bad for not feeling as bad as I should. I just wanted to cry, just let part of it out, but I couldn't, not much, anyway.
I sort of eventually took comfort in the fact that I felt bad about not feeling so bad - I knew how I should feel, so I still felt somewhat human. The pain and the healing and all that stuff will come. You'll feel a little better and you'll just break down because you'll think about your friend. That still happens to me. That will happen, and, in the meantime, I just always thought that my friends would know how I felt, even if it was all clouded by depression.
This might be one of the very, very few times in my life that depression was kind of an asset. My wife and I both knew these two people before we met each other; the murder victim was my wife's best friend. Being depressed can almost act as an emotional equivalent of an electrical ground. You can be "strong" for others (even if it's not really strength, deep down) and take some of their burden. You can't feel any worse, so that pain is dissipated just that little bit. You don't have to say much, or pretend that you're going through it; you just have to be there and listen. It feels just as bad (or you feel just as much nothing) as anything else, so you might as well.
The other thing is that people appreciate honesty. I've talked to friends of friends and the family members of my deceased friends, and at some point, I just told them, "I feel so bad that I just can't get myself to cry." We talked about that just a tiny bit, but they basically told me it was okay; that my friends knew how I felt (and continue to feel) about them, and they love me and they're so grateful that their friend/son/daughter/fiance knew me.
I'm going to cry typing this. And I have palliative medicine next! I'm going to be a wreck.
My son is named after my friend who passed in his sleep; if we have a daughter, my wife and I want to name her after our other friend. We were going to do that anyway, bu we never got to tell them (they had great names!).
The single best thing I did during all of this, aside from sticking by my wife (then girlfriend) and just remembering our friends and all that, was, after our son was born, I wrote to my friend's parents and told them what we had named our first kid and why we did it - all the reasons I loved him. And I shared a few stories about him that I will always cherish. I always thought I would do it for them, but it ended up helping me just as much. It still kind of helps me process everything. I shared a copy of my letter with some people in this thread; I can pass it along, if you'd like.
Gotta run to lecture! Crap! Hit me on skype or PMs if you need to talk!