Today I feel better, on the radio I heard the son - Every breath you take - and for just one second of that song, my relatives were listening to it and I was there in front of them in my coffin. Sorry, I know! But I felt sorry for them that I couldn't help myself, I have to - and we have to help ourselves and try to stay alive somehow. I haven't got a clue how to do it, but we must try and learn to listen to the song and survive.....sorry, very thinky xxxx
Posts You May Be Interested In
A friend sent this to me..As far as I can see, grief will never truly end.It may become softer overtime, more gentleand some days will feel sharp.But grief will last as long as Love does - ForeverIt's simply the way the absence of your loved onemanifests in your heart. A deep longing accompaniedby the deepest Love some days. The heavy fog mayreturn and the next day, it may recede.Once again, it's...
Today is my 25th birthday, to my somewhat lack of surprise I can see already no one really seems to care. I've always been the kinda person to make sure that everyone I Care about feels appreciated and knew somebody had their back. I can count 4 times this year when I Went out of my way to make sure a "friend" felt good on their birthday, especially if they got left hanging. Its early in the...