What you said about your sister resonated with me; oftentimes, I hear peers whining (for lack of a better word at the moment) whenever their cat dies, or a grandparent passes away. They launch into this deep despair, and seek sympathy. And I can’t help but think to myself, “Oh jeez, get over it already, will you? Try being 21 and having your mom and only parent die when you’re in college and being left with no family thereafter. See how that feels.” And I hate when I think that, but it’s truly my feeling sometimes. It seems I can let a little bitterness out from time and again. And it’s worse when I hear people complain about their parents. It’s like…could you stop and think for a minute who you’re complaining to?

In any event, I always feel guilty for thinking those things. It seems so heartless. But on the other side, it’s hard for me to muster any sympathy for things that seem so trivial in comparison. Isn’t that awful?

Enjoy your blog. Keep up the great posts!