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Today I am angry….

I am angry that I have to plan my husband’s funeral.

I am angry that I wrote a tribute to David instead of a birthday card or anniversary card.

I am angry that my daughters were also involved in writing tributes as were family and friends.

I am angry about talking about David in past sentence.

I am angry that I am seeing those closest and dearest to me under this circumstance.

I am angry that I talked to chaplains, pastors, funeral home directors in the context of David’s burial.

Most of all, I am angy that I have to see a casket with David’s body.

I am angry, I am very angry.

In all my anger, I am ever so grateful for all the love and support from my family and friends, it has been immeasurably abundant. You guys truly provide hope in the future.