I called my friend Barry when I was deep in grief and unloaded all my burdens on him.
I was angry. I was angry with people and circumstances that day. I spewed all my frustrations on my friend that sunny afternoon.
After my release of emotion I apologized for my rant. He replied, “Mike, if you are in the same place a year from now I’d be worried about you.”
Many years earlier before the death of my son Barry and I had a conversation about anger while sitting on his back porch.
He pointed at the enormous white pine in the back yard and made an observation.
He said, “You see that tree? When it was a sapling you could walk up and pull it out very easily with your hands. But now it has deep roots and years of growth. It will take a lot of hard work to remove it now.”Continue reading