yeah, i still have that creepy feeling in my spine. y'know, the one you get after talking about family? wierd. we can talk about ex-girlfriends easy. but family? damn.
For years I wished suffering upon my paternal grandparents. When my grandfather was found dead in his bed at 4:00PM on a school day, I stood at the foot of his bed, watching everyone cry. Numbness is the devil. I knew it once.
And only because he was a man who believed that life was grand, and God was great, and that I could be anything, and that I could have everything. He was a man who believed so many things, but one of them was me. And I couldn’t even believe in that.
My god. Beautiful writing. I don't know what else to say. Getting hard to think through tears.
:> I don't know what to say, Zig. I had the typical grandparents. My grandmother was the doting lola, always fond of having me around, saving that special pillow and singing that special song for me. My grandfather would give advice, all the time, most especially talks on boys and love and relationships. Both maternal and paternal.
actually, if that were the case, then my grandparents were quite typical too. well, my grandmother is nice and all, but she still leans on to that whole primadonna archetype. haha ;), and i'm not depressed!
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This post reminds me of Big Fish. wala lang.
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My god. Beautiful writing. I don't know what else to say. Getting hard to think through tears.
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Wala lang. I miss them.
Cheer up, Zig!
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i think.
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