Today, for now, I'm okay enough.
I've never learned what to do with rage.
I want to take something from this, some lesson, something useful.
When people have dementia, eventually you have to lie to them.
Rage doesn't help. Sorrow doesn't, either. Both reactions are appropriate.
Whatever or however you celebrate this year, I wish you peace.
I love you, Mom. Happy birthday.
I guess the story arc I'm writing is just...life.
This is a systemic failure, and being angry with one another won't fix it.
Probably not the uplifting holiday content you were looking for.