Some days we just need the courage to go on.
I don't have any big words or ideas for this. It sucks. I hate days like that.
This afternoon my mom told me one of my dad's oldest and best friend passed away. I was reading a book.
Silence. I really didn't want to know more.
Aaaaaargh the feeling of banging on brick walls.
I remember when I was a little kid (~ 4 years old) I suddenly, for no reason I can think of, had this realization of what death was. A few seconds later I realized one day my parents were going to die. And then I figured out how to use the house phone and, crying, called my dad and asked him daddy are you going to die?
I remember he was in a meeting cause there was the sound of people talking in a room, and he said, No dear, I'm in a meeting now, can we talk about it when I get home?
Although I don't think we ever talked about it, lol.
Go away, sucky day! :P