Most of us end up as a mosaic of the people that we have shared our lives with in good, bad and indifferent ways. I was fortunate enough to realize that early enough in life to appreciate where I came from and how I came to be who I might become. It's a journey, ya know.
Harold is so much like our Daddy it's a joke with the rest of us. To them, it's been very slow business finding a soft spot to land with all of their anger spewing about. "Running Stafford Fit" is a family trademark, and I've had my share of 'em as well. The trait comes in quite handy when someone is treated mean or unjustly. As a matter of fact, everybody deserves a day or two to have one of those running fits for no reason at all except that it feels good to be pissed off instead of pissed on.
Me and David are much like Mama in that we stress easily and cry instead of rant about stuff over which we have no control. To me it's easier to let it go through tears than spend years being mad about the way things went. A certain amount of anger is healthy and justified during the cycle of grieving and movin' on. When I get THAT mad, I cry. Other folks say nasty things or twist somebody's ears for effect.
Crying gets it out. Either way, life is short and it's through seeing the beauty and keeping the faith that we move ahead.
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Posted by: vicki | February 26, 2007 at 07:06 PM