this is a follow up to the loss I suffered last week, of a dear family friend.
I am the type who calls the other friends, to bring them the news. I am the kind who offers sincere condolences, who calls and writes, who does what one should. (My dear departed mother, raised me this way.) But, now I feel like people are in two camps: there seem to be the very kind people vs. the people who are not so kind.
And, sometimes I feel that I am overly sensitive. But then I feel I am lucky to be one of the “good” ones. At least the dog loves me!
And, I also realize that I am not going to change who I am, to conform to others, who perhaps are harder. I have come to this realization that I am going to be the kind one, the one who cries, the one who helps, and the one who has compassion. I am older and wiser to be able to stand by myself, and that is a blessing. I no longer feel the need to seek acceptance.