My anger is one thing I cannot and will not relinquish. I carry it as an internal torch that alternately flares and dims with each season, each memorable date, each cataclysmic event reported in the news, every careless comment, every celebration. Losing this big leaves an unrelenting wound on the soul. Though time may have passed and the sting may have eased, special times cause the anger to bubble up just under the skin. Once there, it doesn't take much to wrench us back into that momentary despair.
Spring can do that.
Including as it does, Mother's Day and Father's Day. Then again, time has also worked for me. It has taught me to understand my anger, to keep it whole but in it's place and, even while holding on to it, live my life as fully as possible. I've learned to contain my anger, acknowledge it, take it out now and then and put it away most of the time. Situations and people who cannot help but arouse unwelcome emotion, be they friends, acquaintances or family, are avoided whenever possible.