Packing up
I'm packing up to move to a new home in a week and a half.
This isn't too bad, but I do end up having to go through some things.
Most of these things have been buried amongst my toot for a few years. The worst thing is that I am a sucker for nostalgia.
I have found some old things of my Dad's and I miss him terribly.
There are two things that I refer to as my unhealing wounds. This grief is one of them. These are the things that cannot ever be put right and the one thing that encourages me to belief in the next life. After ten years I finally finished by Tolkienesque poem about the next meeting.
Contentment is fine, though it is not the same as being happy, and I have been happy in times since my father passed away. Though these periods of happiness ultimately precede my second unhealing wound. Sadly some things cannot ever be fixed. However they may be redeemed.
I realise that this is over sharing, but this is also expressing feelings I'd rather not internalise today.
Thank you, x
Down the road he may yet meet
An old friend with weary feet
With harried stick and furrowed brow
The two shall walk together now.
So much to say such time had passed
With time enough to waste at last
Many tales told by firelight
Until the dawn beyond the night.
This isn't too bad, but I do end up having to go through some things.
Most of these things have been buried amongst my toot for a few years. The worst thing is that I am a sucker for nostalgia.
I have found some old things of my Dad's and I miss him terribly.
There are two things that I refer to as my unhealing wounds. This grief is one of them. These are the things that cannot ever be put right and the one thing that encourages me to belief in the next life. After ten years I finally finished by Tolkienesque poem about the next meeting.
Contentment is fine, though it is not the same as being happy, and I have been happy in times since my father passed away. Though these periods of happiness ultimately precede my second unhealing wound. Sadly some things cannot ever be fixed. However they may be redeemed.
I realise that this is over sharing, but this is also expressing feelings I'd rather not internalise today.
Thank you, x
Down the road he may yet meet
An old friend with weary feet
With harried stick and furrowed brow
The two shall walk together now.
So much to say such time had passed
With time enough to waste at last
Many tales told by firelight
Until the dawn beyond the night.