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.
I am sure that person never thought I would lose my husband.
I cannot believe God is like that.