It was a weird day. It was a tough day. It involved a funeral, but the deceased was not someone to whom I was close. The situation though, was utterly tragic and my heart wrenched for the family and close friends. I showed up to share in the suffering. Christmas was just a few days away and the stress of completing the mile long to-do list was mounting on top of the emotion of that miserable, rainy day. Hours later, after another Christmas activity was over, I went to speak to a friend who had also been at the funeral. I knew that she was grappling with her own feelings, so I simply went to give a hug, and, since I knew I wouldn’t see her again before the holiday, say “Merry Christmas” before departing. My hug was not reciprocated and instead of “Merry Christmas,” I was met with a rant about how she had already seen me that day and it was too much. A bit shocked and hurt, I backed off and stepped away. Then the anger and confusion started to flood in, filling the emotional canyon that the initial hurt had dug, and I retreated to the comfort of more accepting and predictable friends.
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