And we broke bread... you stood and raised your glass to 'mes amis', whom I had known for centuries, when we had roamed the hills as Cathars.
I can’t recall feeling angry with Dad for his death, perhaps that is still to come. I have felt angry that I’ve had to deal with any of it at all.
Dad saw himself as disabled, and in some ways he was. He was an emotional cripple, that’s for sure. He flew into rages over nothing.
I know you love laughing and making others laugh… I don’t think you can relax enough anymore to get lost in that kind of connection.
Grief and fury scoured her throat. “Don’t you understand? She was a good mom because she loved us, not because she never wanted anything else in her life!"
Life is hard enough without putting pressure on ourselves. In Divine right timing, all will unfold, and as Juliana of Norwich said, "All shall be well."