Quick Posty
The psychology professor I have whose dad passed away over the weekend was saying today how it went as peacefully as it could have. He was in a bed surrounded by family holding his hand and then he just stopped breathing. This eased my fears about death for about a minute ... thinking that if I had something like that it may not be that bad.
But then- for some reason I just never really pictured myself dying of old age. I don't know what I picture myself dying of... but old age was never it.
I miss Jozef. This never stops ... it only gets stronger and I'm a completely selfish person when it comes to him.
"A seductiveness that had nothing to do with breasts and hips and legs, but was an invitation to forget the world in the recesses of the body"
- The Reader
But then- for some reason I just never really pictured myself dying of old age. I don't know what I picture myself dying of... but old age was never it.
I miss Jozef. This never stops ... it only gets stronger and I'm a completely selfish person when it comes to him.
"A seductiveness that had nothing to do with breasts and hips and legs, but was an invitation to forget the world in the recesses of the body"
- The Reader