Can You Be Angry at The River?

"I'm angry," he said at the wake. "I'm angry at his parents." We stepped outside and walked across the parking lot into the shade and sat on a wooden bench.

"I understand, I am angry too. The only way I can make sense of his death is to acknowledge these patterns and grieve the multi-generational abuse. It's a river of trauma. These events have unfolded for generations in my family too, in every family. It's a river. Can you be angry at the river?"