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Jun 26, 2016 01:15

sometimes, I can't believe you're gone. There are other times that I know it for sure.

I fall into a random existential trap when I think about what it must've been like to go so quickly from fully cognizant to mental incompetency, from hearing to nearly deaf, from being alive to dead. How much were you aware of? Did we do a good job taking care of you? We certainly tried.

I feel guilty for feeling relieved. I wish I could express myself more eloquently.
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