The downward spiral.
I have. November several years ago a couple of traumatic events plunged me into a season of anger and deep grieving.
My mother was on her deathbed. I lived in Virginia and my parents lived in Florida. I talked with my father on Saturday evening the week before Thanksgiving. My mom had lost 12 pounds in one week. She was losing her battle with a long-term lung disease. I told my dad I would be there as soon as he needed me. I told him I loved him.