Have you ever been angry with someone and they die before those feelings are resolved?
Somehow it seems appropriate that when someone dies, you should stop being angry. As if the statute of limitations are up on your feelings.
Shouldn’t your anger die with them?
They are no longer living breathing beings. No threat or cause for alarm. But tell your mind that. See how that works for you.
Because, inexplicably, it somehow doesn’t.
Maybe the anger will fade a bit. Like a sun dress left on the clothesline too long. But still it festers and burns inside you.
A problem that you think you’ve sunk into deep waters to rid yourself of. Only to see it bob back to the surface. Glowing in the sunlight. Demanding to be acknowledged.
You ask yourself: Why do I still feel this way? Because, wouldn’t you think, the anger would dissipate and go away with time?
What are you supposed to do with those confusing and conflicting emotions?
You can’t stuff them in a box and slap a shipping label on them and send them far away. Because they find their way back. Like animals that have lost their way and instinctively find their way home.
Time and again, the box is parked upon your porch, waiting to be dealt with.
Return to sender.