My sweet tribe is suffering an unimaginable loss.
A loss of such magnitude that stories are shared on the news: graphic images coupled with newscasters speaking in high rapid tones to convey the urgency of this magnitude.
With every story shared about this loss, we shake our heads, shed another tear, mumble another f-bomb and wonder how the hell this could happen.
Because this is an unimaginable loss.
I know loss. I have grappled with the injustice in the universe, cursed at God and wondered why me? But this one leaves me a bit speechless and wondering how my sweet tribe will recover.
This one leaves me angry.
More stories are shared. Stories around a driver, stories around a father, stories around a criminal past. And it is so easy to be angry.
I’m a big fan of anger. While others are talking that someone is in a better place, I take the ‘this is f$cking sh!t balls’ approach.
Have I mentioned I’m trying not to curse so much?
Have I also mentioned I’m not doing a very good job at trying not to curse so much?
Where does anger sit in this process?
In my potty-mouth opinion, anger is a pillar to moving through grief.
It must be addressed and it must be felt. The other day I was looking for my Ouiser to slap because my goodness, I really wanted to slap something
*On a side note, if you have not seen Steel Magnolias, go see it now.
My tribe has handled the unimaginable with amazing grace and love.
But I want them to know that when things get angry, we can offer up a Ouiser, hold their hand, sit in the uncomfortable, and perhaps teach them a new curse word.
We are here when things get angry.
Samsmom 