Dear People Who Keep Asking How I Am,
I am NOT ok. I will NEVER be completely ok. How would YOU be if all your children were in the ground? Please don’t ask me this question or if you do, do NOT expect a cheery answer. It’s NOT my job to make you feel GOOD about what happened to me and my family.
Dear People Who Want To Talk To Me,
Please do not expect me to hold up my side of a conversation. I’m not yet strong enough. I can’t put my thoughts together and verbalize them to you. My every thought and emotion is with my sons. The best I can do is to not cry while I’m looking at you talk.
Dear Cousin’s Drunk Stupid Wife,
Thank you for informing me that there is “a reason” my sons died and that it’s part of some grand plan. I’m sure you realized how difficult it was for me to venture into a big gathering for the first time following the death of my sons. Thank you for easing my way into it by yammering on and on about the great future I have. YOUR children are all alive…YOU go out and enjoy your great future and leave me alone. I will NEVER believe there was a good reason my family all had to die. I hate you.