Rage grief...
It’s a real thing. I googled grief and anger but it’s not really anger per se, it more like, I want to point my anger at someone, anyone, and eviscerate them. Just tear them to shreds and make them crumble into a pile of ruin.
Ya, that’s about right, maybe a bit nicer than I’m actually feeling....
Apparently we don’t go by the five stages of grief thing anymore, out with the old, in with the new.
What’s new? The only emotion that can really help some people with their grief is anger. It dulls the edges, it’s easier on the psyche to handle anger than it is to handle grief and some people have learned to hide sadness behind anger.
Seriously? Fuck that!!!
Anyway, it was nice of Bill to stick his head out of the sand and place it right in my crosshairs.
But for everyone else I’m having to talk that devil on my shoulder into backing off and letting the angel try and drive for a bit.
Do you want to hear something shocking????
My dad’s wife of 33 years spoke to me, friended me on Facebook, yesterday. For nearly 33 years she refused to acknowledge me. It was a very upsetting situation for my dad. She complimented my dad’s obit and asked me to keep in contact with her.
Huh, that’s a weird one.
I have to go.
I’m not feeling well.
Tracy
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