Death of a parent…

Death of a parent – not a fun thing at all. But what if that parent is a deplorable human being, at least to you. You have mentally and physically left the relationship years ago, but the strings are still attached. The phone call lobbed at you out of the blue expressing desires for a reconciliation hits you to the core. Defenses up, you try again. But she only wants something from you, a problem to solve. There is no true attempt at relationship, and things turn sour quickly yet again. And now she is dead. There is an emptiness, with continued spite and defensiveness. No grieving yet, still angry at the past – wondering how she will hurt you again from her death fog.  You know you will soften someday.cropped-xanthippe

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