From where I was seated, it seemed that no one cried at my father’s funeral. It seemed to me that it was stoicism all the way. Most of them were pretty good at it. My 12-year-old nephew was looking a bit shaky for a while, parents wondering whether he would ‘make it’ to be part of the party to walk the casket it out. And I can tell you that I was definitely shaky. I was all but crying, but everyone was so stone-faced that I was determined that I wouldn’t ‘fall apart’. Continue reading
I haven’t been this angry in years. I used to be very angry all throughout childhood, teen years and most of my 20’s.
I’m angry at life. I’m angry at being in constant pain. I’m angry at my parents for conceiving me. Continue reading