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The Weight of Grief, and the Beauty of Nature
My Dad came up from 29 Palms over the weekend to attend my Aunt’s birthday celebration on Sunday. We actually had a nice albeit busy visit, despite the circumstances, Sun was spent at the park in Manteca, a huge park that could have fit our little town in it, where we released Sixty Seven balloons in honor of what would have been her sixty seventh birthday.
The time with family and friends sharing special memories of my beautiful Aunt was both welcomed and needed after last Thursday, where one of the other volunteers at the food pantry decided that she was going to pick on me, and tell me that I had until Sunday, so I didn’t need to grieve or prepare anything for the celebration, having experienced grief in her life, I thought she’d be a little more compassionate, but that was far from the case, and after she told me I was a chicken for running away, despite having told her why I was leaving, I snapped back and told her to stop being a b….., not the most Christian thing I know, but I’m not perfect, and I really don’t like being told when or how to grieve, especially when it comes to a loved one.
