It would seem that my rage against "the adults" ended when I, myself, became an adult. What a shocking turn of events. Now isn't the time for rage, anyway. Today as the rain fell, a life ascended from our world for somewhere better. Soon I will sit with the mourners and pat their hands gently as I extend my, and my family's, sympathies. And I will offer my help, and I will hold the grandson of the lost for all that he needs, or for all that I am able. But I am detached from the loosing and my comfort feels hollow in lack of true sympathy.
And for that, I am truly sorry.
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