This needs to be said out loud!
I can't get over Mr. Abdullah's death. I am stuck between denial and anger.
I act like I have accepted it but I don't.
I keep thinking it is just a silly dream and I will eventually wake up. And when I realize that the silly dream is my reality I feel nothing but pure anger.
I never thought I would ever ask him this question ..
"Why did you come into my life? And why did you leave?!"