Angry, so angry that our son is missing out on his life.
Angry that our Little Poppet never had a chance.
Angry that we have no living children and want them so very badly.
Angry at the process that is destroying my father from within himself.
Angry that my Mother has to watch.
Angry that my brother doesn't seem to think that we are doing enough.
Angry at the torment that Ray has been enduring with his ears.
Anger at my powerlessness.
Angry that it has taken me so long to feel this anger.
And now that's off my chest it's already dissipating. Mostly.
Thank you for "listening".