It seems that for religious or spiritual people the quest to find peace is a must. It’s almost expected and required from you to feel at peace with what ever life throws at you.
Maybe that’s why some people find my dealings with the loss of my sister uncomfortable.
I can’t act for them. I can’t pretend that I understand what happened or that I’m OK or at peace with it because I’m not.
I don’t know how will I feel tomorrow, in a year or in 20 years time. All I know is right now. I’m in deep pain and I’m angry that my sister died. I can’t search for peace yet.