P.S.

This is a side note to today's previous post:

One person mentioned to me one time before the accident I should be careful because God may take all of this away from me.

I was not a gloating person.

I would not have boasted at the reunion.

If anything, I would not have said much at all.

I would have just been me.

I would have been happy.

And uhmm, I am sorry but I cannot believe that for one minute.

I was not ungrateful or undeserving.

I went through a lot of crap in my life.

Why should I always suffer?

Why should I always get the shit end of the stick?

If God is my father then why would a father do this to his child.

Sorry... I really do not think God works that way...

Yeah... a bit of a tangent that still burns me.

Ugh!!

I am sure that person never thought I would lose my husband.

But still...

I cannot believe God is like that.