My mother died in front of me on December 21, 2007. My 14 year dog had to be put down for internal injuries on April 13, 2008. My youngest dog had to be put down on August 13, 2009. My Uncle's brains were blown out on his own front porch by gang members going through intitation on November 13, 2008. I never realized the 13 part until now.
I am just filled with so much rage and hurt. I truly feel that my mother died of a broken heart. So many people that she loved and trusted were against her. She endured a life-time of poverty and illness. My dogs were put down for medical reasons, and the look of sadness in their eyes when I said my final goodbye will haunt me for the rest of my life. And of course my uncle, was who was 62 when this happened, he was looking for his son because he felt his son's life was in danger and he was brutally murdered by several kids. The pain in his eyes will haunt me for the rest of my life.
I know death is apart of life, but the circumstances.... just fill me with rage. I am still grieving.