Arage

I know.  Yesterday's post was a bit of a mess.

As I try to relive the events of a year ago, all the emotions and memories are flying around, and, hard to order or present coherently.  That's why I'm writing this blog, to figure it all out.  In bits and pieces the story will come together.  Stay with me.

I was telling you about the boys and suddenly I've entered into Stan's death.  That's when the boys stepped up and started their big time scam.

When Stan died, Eva's behavior totally confounded me.  She was in shock of course, having been his wife for 28 years.  But it wasn't the kind of shock I had seen with my mother, when my father died.  Eva was arage.  I just made that word up.   Her shock was laced with an anger so unfocused but piercing, so profound, so bitter, so furious, so everything that I couldn't understand it, much less be around her.  Why so angry?  Why?  Where did this anger come from.  And, why?

Even she didn't know why.  There was something underlying everything that she would discover in due time.