The people who weren’t there…

My dad died October 9th and I’m struggling to accept the fact that there are people in my life who did not show up or reach out to my family. I keep all of this anger inside but it eats away at my thoughts. It sounds dramatic but I truly cannot stop thinking about it.

My dad was selfless, so loving. He was consistently there for people even when he was sick during his chemo treatments. A little text or even showing up to the services goes a long way… some people did neither and those are the ones I will always think about and will always resent.