She watched the kids playing. Not so long ago, Michael was playing with them. He would have turned 11 on Friday. She recognized the kid whose father ran Michael down on his way home from school. Apparently, he was reaching for his cell when it happened.
He was serving time in prison but she was still angry. He killed her baby. Michael was all she had after his Dad died two years ago. Friends, family and coworkers urged her to move past her anger before it destroyed her. But, she just couldn’t do that. Fighting back the fears, she turned away.
She turned around. It was the man’s son. “Yes?”
“I’m sorry about Michael. He was my best friend.”
She didn’t answer.
“I know you’re still angry with my Dad. I was too.”
“How did you cope?”
“I asked God to help me.”
“How did he do that?”
“He showed me that being angry with Dad won’t bring Michael back.”
“What should I do with my anger?”
“Let it all go.”