Today I am attending the funeral of my high school best friend’s mom. This friend’s father used to strike my friend to discipline her from when she was 6 through the middle of high school. I have many vivid memories of seeing bruises on her body and listening to her lie to others that they were from soccer. I, as a best friend, was one of the few people who knew the truth.
This funeral is in a Catholic church. In my adult life, I have never believed in god. This is fine. However, since Roe v. Wade was overturned, I have not been able to scream hail Satan loud enough. However, a funeral is not an appropriate place to do this. I love a challenge, and I am looking forward to the growth this experience will allow me.
I will look her dad dead in the eyes while shaking his hand and offering my condolences. He’s not a monster, merely a victim of his circumstances. Right?
Things We Forget 
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