Last night, I stayed up late and cleaned.
Today I was doing ok until a well meaning comment was taken out of context. I mean, most people don't know what to say, and they don't know the current mood. They don't know what stage a person in mourning is in.
Let me clear it all up for you.
Today, I'm angry.
I was angry when I spilled my cup of coffee.
I was angry that it snowed last night.
I was angry that I'm HERE. I'm angry that someone said, "It's difficult even when it's expected."
As in, we are all born and we will all DIE. So, THAT's supposed to make me feel better?
As though we'd all been sitting around just waiting for this?
I'm going to go outside and shovel snow. shovel and shovel and shovel.
But even I realize that sometimes the snow just isn't deep enough.