Guilt

I was at the doctor’s office today for a long list of overdue maintenance (the most important of which was the fact that I had injured my hip a couple of months ago, and it was still sore. Turned out it was a irritated gland behind my joint. Anyway.) I also told her about my father. They like to know about any diseases in the family, and so some time ago I had already informed her about my mother. Back then she was very concerned for me and my emotional well-being. Very concerned. Today, when I told her that in the meantime, my father had developed cancer and died since the last time we spoke, she was even more concerned. She actually made me feel guilty for not being devasted and not crying more.