Maybe It Is Time To Stop Being Angry
My sister Sheri sent me one of "those" books on death and dying and blah blah blah with a nice note saying it really had helped her deal with Michele's death. I was telling a friend about the book tonight and he asked if I was going to read it. "No I'm not done being angry yet." I answered. Tonight I complimented myself on how profound I was for knowing this about me. Wow I've got this all under control. Process step B underway. No problems here. And then I really thought of something. I'm afraid if I stop being angry I won't have anything left. I know something else is there I just can't seem to see it right now. Michele would SO kick my ass if she saw me doing this.