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[mrtilley]

Twelve minutes ago made twenty-two years. Earlier today I talked to my father for a long time, explained to him about things about which I never felt comfortable saying. I guess I have always been afraid of my father

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[sliding_doors]

may 28th is *my* birthday. It's always a fun day.

i understand that grief and blaming and.. stuff. it's hard. oh so hard. I still have issues with my father's death 15 yrs ago, and my mother hiding things from me.

*hugs*

[ravieslave]

The 28th of May is the anniversary of my surrogate father's death. I wanted us to make better memories with those dates.
Plus I wrote a song ten years ago called, "The Burning of First June".
So I kinda wanted the first of June. But it's all about making better memories.

Ryan requires many hugs.

[mrtilley]

But only from yoU!

That's you with a capital "u."

[kata_satori]

Actions > words

I was Mr. Anonymous.

But you might have already known that.

That's all that I can think to say just yet. See you soon, brother.

[mrtilley]

I did know that. Heh. See you soon.

[ravieslave]

Bloodletting.

[ravieslave]

"Somatization" is also a term utilized to describe manifesting stress as constant ailment.

the common link, i think is pain and all the misory that evolves from it.

[gorgan8]

i remember every thing about him .. his smell, his laugh, and the embrace that a grandfather has for his grandson, he saved me you know. when my mother realized her mistake and tried to kill the child in the whom, he saved me, unborn and still loved by someone. his shadow the called me, he taught me so much when i was so little , he taught me how to be a man; when i was but a babby. he taught me to think before i was able to even speak. i remember his death more vivid than all things. "happy birthday mom!" , we yelled , all but grandpa, not a sound came from the most honored of guest. we cried, well all those who knew what death was, me i was to young to know , i only knew that the world stoped moving, he lay on the floor while we all watched , and when it was over i remember i found myself at my grandmothers house, i remeber the pain as she hit us again and again saying " he died and its all youor fault , your evil your all evil." agin and agin as the flyswater tore its mark into out skin, and when it was over and all was silent ,

Re: the common link, i think is pain and all the misory that evolves from it.

[archethereal]

Oh, God, Carl, Ryan misses you. And I miss you, too. Come out here. We'll find you love and money, quick and easy. Spirituality will have to grow. You're an awesome person and I'd love to know more of you. I'll think of your inky shadow-faces when I pound things out on my keyboard (thanks for sharing those drawings with me).