Crying for my father

Well, I just got home from my group therapy session, and once again, I am in tears.

This time, it came about because someone in the group mentioned being angry at someone they love, and it made me think of the day I visited my father's grave with my then-girlfriend, and then listened to "Tell me I was Dreaming" by Travis Tritt, and singing alone, completely caught between sadness and fury at my father.

So here I am, thinking of my father, and trying to keep the tears from swamping my keyboard ...

Ah, well.