THE Man

Now, before I write about the EX person, let me write about THE person in my life. A man who, by his actions, molded the person I am and defined the person that I aim to become. A religious man who never quoted from any sacred book. He gave advice, but never preached. A man who talked by listening, who loved by acting. He didn’t say much, yet when he did, people listened. Because the little that he did say, he meant. His were words that, richly clothed with experience, came from the heart. This man, my Papa, he passed away 4 years ago. And I miss him so, especially now as I go thru dark moments.

I can’t help but think sometimes whether my anger is rooted in Papa’s demise. In all sincerity though, my answer is “no”. I am not mad that he “left”. I am mad -- or maybe dead-scared? -- at the events that happened after. Events that made me realize that the person, whom I thought would fill in Papa's shoes, was not up to the challenge.

And here the anger begins, I think .....  After all, anger sometimes is really just fear disguised.