angriness

but watching as a death goes on for months changes so much about who a person is to you. There must be ways to preserve and image of someone so that you raent later only remembering the way they were when their falculties erode. Certainly traits remain that inspire you but the feeling of dread only grows. Wondering is there more that can be done. Is there anything that can be said that might better this rainstorm. Human touch and time spent together clashes with multiple interference. No one is the same person to several people and when time is short all those people might be in the same room. You just have to push. You have to keep standing and keep trying and know in your heart that what you are doing is right. Your sorrow like anger is a gift and it is to be nurtured at the right time. Too often the knee jerk is to evade such stress but without relishing ever, without tearing and flowing and wailing how do you know you feel anything. If you dont, how does it burn you later? In disporportionate ways and random settings the stress does bubble to the surface. Somehow like the the past is history the future is a mystery, this moment is a gift, and thus called the present. Try to contain tidbits of the good and presertve them and that is what you had.