Today, I appreciate Martha and Mary's indignation at the Resurrection and the Life. Where exactly were you? And if you knew that you could have prevented this, why didn't you show up. Last night, I fell asleep crying angry tears of rage, as I realized that Easter Masses are really not going to be an option this year. Having just exited the denial stage of grief, I slid right into the anger. Nothing about this current situation feels quite real—and whenever we have to accept what it is taking away from us, it makes it a bit more so.
you're looking at him, baby
you're looking at him, baby
you're looking at him, baby
Today, I appreciate Martha and Mary's indignation at the Resurrection and the Life. Where exactly were you? And if you knew that you could have prevented this, why didn't you show up. Last night, I fell asleep crying angry tears of rage, as I realized that Easter Masses are really not going to be an option this year. Having just exited the denial stage of grief, I slid right into the anger. Nothing about this current situation feels quite real—and whenever we have to accept what it is taking away from us, it makes it a bit more so.