Over the last day or so, Momma became the target of one very troubled individual's rants and rage. And, rather than direct his anger to me directly, this person has chosen to direct it to me via very hurtful, inappropriate comments about you...my Peanut, my Angel...and the tragic circumstances around your death.
Over the last 5 months, Momma has found solace, peace and support in this public forum. Sharing my thoughts, tears, fears, smiles and grief has been so very therapeutic. And, the readers of this blog (and the related posts on Facebook) have been so lovely, so comforting. My community of support.
But now, regardless of how unstable the individual or incoherent the words, the power of this hurt can't be removed. It feels as if the purity of my grief has been tainted, and I'm not sure how to process that hurt.
I am taking a pause this evening to decide...what do I do? The rage from this person originated on FB because I declined a very vulgar "friend request" from someone I don't even know. But, it has now spread and is breathing a life of its own. Directly opposed to everything this blog is about.
Peanut, I love you so very much. Too much to allow this stranger to drop his poison into our well. So, I sign off for now with a new brand of pain in my heart. Oh....my Peanut. I love you, I love you, I love you - to the mooooon and back.