"If you feel the spirit move you, give only what you can...sing your song good and strong."
I still don't know what to make of it all. It's been over 24 hours since I found out and it's no clearer now than it was then. It doesn't seem real. It feels like a dream...a nightmare. Why? I just can't believe it's happened. I don't even know what I'm feeling, or even how I'm feeling.
Numbness. Sadness that he's gone. Sympathy for his family and friends. Anger at myself for not expressing myself. Confusion to how I'm actually feeling/coping. Do I have the right to feel this way? I just don't know.
I do know that he was such a good, beautiful person who inspired, and changed, many. I owe him so much...and now it's too late to tell him. Or is it? Gweedo?
Numbness. Sadness that he's gone. Sympathy for his family and friends. Anger at myself for not expressing myself. Confusion to how I'm actually feeling/coping. Do I have the right to feel this way? I just don't know.
I do know that he was such a good, beautiful person who inspired, and changed, many. I owe him so much...and now it's too late to tell him. Or is it? Gweedo?