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rainy

Love is a burning thing, and it makes a fiery ring:

Mar 30, 2006 21:27

If it weren't for the fact that I seem aware of my current mental state, I would swear that I'm a bloody lunatic.

Death troubles me right now. I am not afraid of it personally, I just don't want anyone else to die. I want to protect people from it in a Batman sort of way. I don't want to lose someone like that again. Cry that hard again. It's ( Read more... )

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grunyo March 31 2006, 09:53:44 UTC

I'll be here 'til the end.

gorgonous March 31 2006, 19:54:46 UTC

I can't say I knew your dad very well, we only met a few short times. I do, however, remember the first time I met him (And you, for that matter): Rachel, you, and I were going to see Mulan at CTC, and your dad wanted to meet me first. He wanted to make sure I wasn't one of those shady online fellows that you hear about on the news that likes to abduct small children ( ... )

I assure you, he is a real doctor: rainy April 2 2006, 06:07:20 UTC

That was a very nice thing to say.
Thank you, Isaac.

Re: I assure you, he is a real doctor: gorgonous April 2 2006, 07:14:28 UTC

You're welcome Renee.

Was it Tran? I can't remember: rainy April 3 2006, 19:59:32 UTC

Sweet-clover! That's a great icon you have there, Dr. Force.

abrasivereality March 31 2006, 21:11:45 UTC

do you mind, renee, if i send this post to a friend who lost his sister recently? it's so well worded, and though short, i feel like it captures a lot of what it is like to lose someone that close to you.

*great big huge cyber hugs*

rainy April 2 2006, 06:08:30 UTC

Do as you wish. If you haven't already.
*returns huge cyber hug*

abrasivereality April 2 2006, 07:48:31 UTC

danke

egamst3k April 1 2006, 15:36:47 UTC

I honestly spent a long time trying to come up with a response. Unfortunately, I could find nothing poetic, nothing philosophical that satisfied me. But... maybe... something like this will help.

We've long since determined that all matter and energy in this Universe has been created, and no new matter or energy will be created or destroyed until the Universe collapses in on itself. Your father is dead only in the sense that he is no longer what we define as "alive", but he is far from gone. He is everywhere he has ever been. Part of him rests in his office, part of him rests in his home, and part of him resides with you.

You may not see him, or feel him, but he is there, and I'm sure if he could speak, he'd say he loves you, and knows you love him.

He Made Faces at Me gerymandrcandor April 6 2006, 10:25:30 UTC

Though never a face to face.
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It's as tremendously difficult to develop a strong sense of identity by the time you'll need it with no other pressures than those of time and symmetry. But the world is not symmetrical. The trajectories of our stars do not extend both ways, and their peaks and valleys pay no regard whatever to the sandy trudge of time.
You are one of his peaks, if we are to believe those who know you and he best.
Onananiniwoo. Sorry. If this seems too flip or glib...I have a twin somewhere in the world, who loves people and life, when I'm down and out. Someday soon, his life is gonna suck. But not today.