I never really understood the line " a part of me died" or "my world came crashing down" - how is this even possible when we can still breathe, when we can still move and eat, and love, get aroused and desire objects and people. How can a part of us die when we are in essence, still functioning?
My father died two weeks ago and it's only now that I am beginning to understand that death transcends grief. That a person can still laugh and yet be two inches away from crying.
Some day, I'll write about how glad I am.
Monday, August 20, 2012
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I never met your father, but I caught a glimpse of him through knowing you. Chin up and keep strong. although, cry when you want to and laugh out loud. Sometimes do both at the same time. It doesn't get easier but the pain numbs itself off - eventually.
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