Then I feel guilty for being angry, and I get mad at myself.
When I realize I'm angry at myself for being mad at her, I get angry at her all over again.
Then I feel twice as guilty.
Then I come across photos like this one and I'm no longer angry... I just plain miss her.
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I went to the park today where we had my mom's service. As asked for two things, one, to let go of any anger toward my mom and two, was to remember her when she was healthy and full of life, not sick. Then I let a white balloon go. I stood watching it rise for several minutes. The moment it got too high for me to see a huge hawk soared over the tree line and flew right over me. Pretty cool:)
I think that all the time. Well, mostly in the past couple of months. It's hard being that angry.
It's also hard right now since we're learning about Diabetes in class and the consequences of this and that. It's a joy, lemme tell ya.
what an incredible picture.
miss her.
miss her with all you've got.
how could you not?
how could you not feel all the millions of feelings??
feel them.
i'm thinking sooner or later they'll settle down into just plain way deep love....
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