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I would correct my kids if they ever said "hate". "You may not like it but you don't hate it." Tonight I sat at Gracie's grave and told her only some of what I hate. I hate that she died. I hate that I have to live the rest of my life without her. I HATE the way she died. I hate that she didn't get to go to preschool today. I hate that no matter how hard Jeremy and I worked to create a stable, predictable environment for our family it's shot to hell. I used to think hate was such a strong emotion and yet tonight it doesn't seem nearly strong enough.
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