Oct 19, 2005 22:29
Everything is going to be o.k. they tell me I'm sorry is what the others say. I know this. I know all this. I've been through this before. Yet it never gets any easier. The tears are always flowing never stopping. Even when you think you can't cry anymore, you hear his name and shed one more tear. You have no more strength and must regain it through hugs that last longer then the average. Red rimmed eyes and an ever present need to sleep is what your reduced to. However it's going to be o.k. even though I've lost my second father. And somehow your automatic response of I'm sorry will get me through the fact that I have lost my best friend once and for all.