The social worker came by today. Apparently it’s a rule. I was not prepared to have a conversation with a social worker. He asked me if I was aware that life goes on even after family members pass away we have to go on. That was why I was working while everyone else was worrying about if there was going to be a funeral and all sorts of details that I needn’t be concerned with. I need to keep the rest of the family healthy. I have to go to my grandsons birthday party. No, I am not happy. No, I am not healed. No, I don’t want strangers coming to my home to tell me what I should feel like and explain that life goes on. He’s interrupting that life.
After an hour I lost my temper and requested that he leave. He said that by law he had to provide these services. “Consider them provided and get out of my home and off of my property. Keeping life moving along takes all the time and energy I have. I had to leave work to talk to him.
I am going to start locking my gates and doors!