For the first time my older daughter expressed her grief by saying she is angry. I wrote in the past about being angry.  I am still so angry, in fact I am angrier.

My daughter is angry that her Dad got sick. She is angry that he did not get better.

She is angry that this had to happen to her Daddy. She is angry that he died. She is angry at the person that let this happen.

She is angry because everyone else in her class has their Dad. She is angry that other Dads get better when they are sick.

She is angry because there is nothing she wants more than her Dad. She is angry because he was the best Dad in the world and her friends never got to know him.

She is angry that she is never going to see her Daddy again. She is ANGRY.

Truthfully, I am angry for the same reasons. I am angry at things, I am angry at people, I am angry at the world, I am angry at the business of cancer.

We are ANGRY. While we do not go around with this disposition in our day to day interactions, it is an emotion that we have to manage often.  Anger due to the loss of David – my cherished husband and the best father to his two amazing daughters.