People always mourn, but they don't always realise they are mourning. Sometimes we push things into th eback of our head, and then one day, you're listening to the radio and a song comes on that scratches at a memory.
Or you find yourself just sitting there thinking about nothing in particular, and a longing fills your soul.
Me... I'll get a lovely little ache in my back, or my shoulder, or my knee, and I wonder how a rat bastard like me can be extracted through the windshield of a truck flipped in the ditch without any broken bones, still alive and kicking, and one of the nicest individuals I ever knew can go into the hospital for monitoring because of her health problems and never come out alive.
You're not alone. People still mourn. They just don't always show it.
"but this year what crushes me the most, is thinking i am the only one left counting....the only one that still mourns...still misses her every day"
17 years and counting. Some days it fades to the back of my mind, but its never far out of reach. And then there are days that it just crushes me.And on those days I too feel like Im the only one who remembers.
My grandfather once told me that I am a walking talking memory bank. That I carry in my heart the very essence of what my friend was, and the only way I could ever lose him was to stop thinking about him, and to stop believeing that one day we would meet again.
So I don't lose hope, and I don't stop thinking, even when it hurts. And I don't ever stop looking to find him in everything, and everyone, around me.
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Or you find yourself just sitting there thinking about nothing in particular, and a longing fills your soul.
Me... I'll get a lovely little ache in my back, or my shoulder, or my knee, and I wonder how a rat bastard like me can be extracted through the windshield of a truck flipped in the ditch without any broken bones, still alive and kicking, and one of the nicest individuals I ever knew can go into the hospital for monitoring because of her health problems and never come out alive.
You're not alone. People still mourn. They just don't always show it.
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*hugs to you*
I know hugs are pretty useless over the internet, but I hope you get through this time of year okay.
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17 years and counting. Some days it fades to the back of my mind, but its never far out of reach. And then there are days that it just crushes me.And on those days I too feel like Im the only one who remembers.
My grandfather once told me that I am a walking talking memory bank. That I carry in my heart the very essence of what my friend was, and the only way I could ever lose him was to stop thinking about him, and to stop believeing that one day we would meet again.
So I don't lose hope, and I don't stop thinking, even when it hurts. And I don't ever stop looking to find him in everything, and everyone, around me.
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