“You killed her! You killed my daughter!” the father screamed at the dead girl’s husband.
A relative led the grieving father away before it could get worse.
The friend of the husband turned to him, “That’s not fair to you. She died of cancer. Why is he blaming you?”
The husband smiled through his tears, “That’s all right Fred, such is the nature of grief. It needs someone to hate, to blame. God and destiny don’t care if you hate them, so grief needs to hate someone who can feel its hate.”
The husband wiped his tears and headed to pay the hospital bills.