One of my guys at work lost his pops on December 26th.
He's been mad at him for years, decades. Blames him for everything fukked up in his life, his upbringing, ruining his mom. And all of that is valid. Just hearing him vent he's was right to feel the way he did/does.
But now that he's gone there's no real way to fix anything. It'll be at least 7 months before they clean out his house. He was a hoarder. Even longer before the place is livable again.
Part of mental, emotional and spiritual health is fixing shyt before its too late. Tomorrow ain't promised. Next week ain't promised.
We are all grown and independent and don't need to deal with the fuss and bullshyt and might get around to it later or when we feel ready or strong enough, but that's not a promise. They can be gone or we can.
It's not easy and it never will be but trust you dont want to have to survive with the burden.
May we all obtain the strength to take the steps to deal with the things that need to be dealt with, say the things that need to be said, ask the questions that need to be asked, share the things that need to be shared and the heal the wounds that need to be healed.