A year ago was a difficult and trying time in our lives. I felt a bit outside of it though I certainly had my opinions and thoughts about everything that was happening. I kept a private diary of that time in my life, writing candidly as events unfolded. I had almost forgotten that I had done that until today. I was going to write a “one year later” kind of post regarding the death of my husband’s father then I read the words I wrote in the weeks before he died.
I had forgotten that when I vented that I was judged rather harshly for my thoughts and to this day I still can’t draw myself out enough to see the other point of view. I read how I decided to try and keep my thoughts to myself no matter how much they bothered me. I am glad that I wrote down details even though much of it is still clear in my mind, including the frustrations and sadness.