So, I don't cry...

Jan 09, 2009 11:55

I may mope and be emo, but I don't really have real "cries."

This November, I cried at Gram's funeral and first wake. It was, I believe, the only real time I cried in all of 2008.

At Gram's wake, my sister Kat recommended the TV Show "Six Feet Under." I started watching it, and found it oddly therapeutic. Over the past two months, I've watched all five seasons, until I got to the last episode, this morning. My sister warned me that I would cry at the last episode, but I didn't believe her. I can't remember crying at a book, movie, or TV show ever before. I mean, I've teared up a little, but not REAL crying.

Well, I did. The show said over and over "We all die," but dammit if the last five minutes of that show didn't just wreck me... and I bawled. I cried for Gram, for my sister, my mother, my father, me, all my friends, family, and everyone I've ever known and ever will know. I've never felt such a strange sense of loss and peace, about everyone in my own life.

So, we all will die. Let's leave LIVES behind.

I love you all.

*clink*
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