A friend mentioned that her mother had been angry at her husband before he died. For months. Years. He didn't do what she wanted and she retaliated with resentment. Imagine that.

Now that he is gone her mother has no target within reach. So she looks out the window. There is no way to measure but my friend wonders if there is lingering regret about all those years of discontent. Maybe her mother wishes she could go back in time. To treat him differently. To take off her mask and be present with him. 

If you believe in heaven, as I do, it is probably awkward to realize that the man you piled all that annoyance on has gotten to the party before you. And there is not a snowball's chance in hell that he is wasting celestial breath on anything as base as revenge.

So there you sit, knowing that your fussing was all for naught.

Wouldn't it be clever of me to skip the anger altogether?