Then in August of 2007, on this very day, he passed away and became God's problem. For years after learning he'd died, my anger was still raging. I wanted to find his grave and dance on it in a red dress. The funny thing was, I could never get any information on his grave's location.
That is, until today. Trying to get other information, his grave's location popped up today. And then it hit me. The anger was gone, the rage was gone. The need to dance on his grave in a red dress... gone.
It's a peaceful feeling that fills my heart.
I know the reason, but I won't say, not just yet.
For the first time in over 35 years I'm not filled with rage. I might not be filled with forgiveness, but at least rage is gone.