I have a problem.
My daughter died.
I hate that my daughter died.
But I also hate the fallout that has happened because she died.
I hate the emotional b.s I'm put through because of her death.
I hate that it took the death of my child to smear the paint off the pretty picture I had painted of some people.
I'm glad I know the truth. But it's hard, you know. Hard to deal with more emotional crap.
And so that this post isn't comletely negative I also want to say that I'm grateful to those friends who have seen me through the worst year of my life. Those friends who have given me mercy and grace and persevered in holding onto a friendship with me even though it involved crying every time we saw one another. Those friends who haven't dropped me like a hot potato, only to re-appear after a year thinking that I'm the same person I was 13 months ago.
Thank you dear ones. I'm so thankful for the gifts of friendship, tears, mercy and grace that you have given me.