It's not only the grief over losing the person you loved/still love. It's the family hurricane after. It's a craziness that intensifies the loss and I wish to hell it would stop.
Here's the message to the one person who's making it happen. You're the grinch who stole Christmas, who kept every single crumb, every item of sentimental value, and you've got your hand out for more. That kind of selfishness is pathetic. We were all their children, not just you.
I'm done. It's over. I'd be sad about that, too, but it's hard to miss a bottomless pit.
