Dealing, its hard, when someone you love passes away. Other than the loss of a life loved, I am most displeased with how everyone expects those who loved a life lost to be walking representations of hardship, pain and depression. Dealing comes in all shapes and sizes. Its not always the one who cries a river that hurts the most and its not always the one who can't shed a tear who wished death upon them. This just goes to say that reactions to everything run the whole gamut, death included. When I lost my father I left the hospital room where his uninhabited body lay and walked around the hospital. To be honest I was waiting till the last minute praying my Daddy would be the twenty first century Lazarus. TYB
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