Funeral for a (distant) Friend?

Feb 23, 2008 01:33

Of all the funerals I've been to, there's only one I can remember that was even a little pleasant to go to; my dad's old friend, Mark Porter. There was comraderie (some of which I was allowed to take part in) to remember, familiar friends and family, a great celebration of life, *small chuckle* and one last stab from a notorious prankster. …But, ( Read more... )

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Love lies bleeding whosarockstarrr February 27 2008, 13:06:23 UTC
Dave~

Enough of this. Get up. YOU are LOVED like it or not. Accept it or not. You don't have to qualify it - quantify it or understand it. Just deal with it. No one can stop your cynicism but you - and that , as with everything - is a choice.

Get up. Move on! Go forward. LIVE. and love.

forget the nonsense.

And incidentally - I love you.

mom

xo

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Re: Love lies bleeding driretlaneb February 27 2008, 16:04:01 UTC
*snort, smirk* Maybe it is a choice, but for me it's been a necessary survival trait. I can turn it on and off, but that's all the choice I get, and at times I don't even get that; I have to react that way. Now, come on; I'm about dead certain there have been times even you've wanted to just disappear. *chuckle* One of which you decided to act on.

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