To love and be loved

[wandering_fiona]

I've decided to stop locking my entries for the time being because I feel that I have finally hit that point in LJ that nobody reads these anymore, and the people that do are the important ones, and would be reading whether or not they were locked.  I'm also still vain enough to think that someone may wander over and think my writing is brilliant

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[dodgers_pwn]

If it makes you laugh, cry, and think, it seems like serious literature to me...

[liquid_blazes]

Trust me, death always has some layer of guilt involved but, as my fiance told me when I was telling him about how I wish I had called my stepdad 'Dad' to his face more often or I had told him I loved him more, wishing only makes the healing process hurt more. You have to just let go and push past the "what ifs" because, no matter how much you think about it, you aren't going to get the person back so all you're doing is hurting yourself and they love you far too much to want to see you beat yourself up.

Undersigned

[dodgers_pwn]

If you really think about it, there's never going to be a point where you've done enough so that, if the person were to go, you're not going to regret *something.* You'll always feel like you could've done more. It's just unavoidable.

I remember feeling that way when my grandpa died. At my brother's HS graduation, he joked "well I don't think I'll be making it to your graduation!" And so I told him, "nahhh, I'm sure you'll hold on." He ended up passing away about halfway through my high school years, and I felt really badly about it once I remembered that exchange. But, what was I supposed to do?