her mind aches
"There will be times when all the things she said will fill your head...."
When you don't mourn at once with great sweeps of tears and pain. These feelings of sorrowful loss just seep out drop by drop. Such a huge span of time and still there are days like today where I feel it in my body. I want to ache, I want to mourn and just fall apart with this regret of not having...
The day keeps on, hours still lob along. I still find smiles. Sun shines without being asked to keep me from sinking too deep. The heat kicks me out of my wallows.
This is how a person lives on, when you love them so much that their memory knocks you over. You feel the temperature of their house, hear their voice without forming words, can feel their height over you, strength and age surrounding you. After years of absence I reference him and look to him for parental discipline but I fall short. Finding myself empty for the day to revisit these emotions.
How do you explain the loss of the only person that treated you like family? What do you do when the person you loved died of exactly what you might have? He would tell me to take a shot of burbon and get strong. Because I'm young I have to fight. Because he would be pissed if he knew I wasn't taking care.
Nobody can fill his old-man shoes. Grandad. Friendship is thicker than blood.
When you don't mourn at once with great sweeps of tears and pain. These feelings of sorrowful loss just seep out drop by drop. Such a huge span of time and still there are days like today where I feel it in my body. I want to ache, I want to mourn and just fall apart with this regret of not having...
The day keeps on, hours still lob along. I still find smiles. Sun shines without being asked to keep me from sinking too deep. The heat kicks me out of my wallows.
This is how a person lives on, when you love them so much that their memory knocks you over. You feel the temperature of their house, hear their voice without forming words, can feel their height over you, strength and age surrounding you. After years of absence I reference him and look to him for parental discipline but I fall short. Finding myself empty for the day to revisit these emotions.
How do you explain the loss of the only person that treated you like family? What do you do when the person you loved died of exactly what you might have? He would tell me to take a shot of burbon and get strong. Because I'm young I have to fight. Because he would be pissed if he knew I wasn't taking care.
Nobody can fill his old-man shoes. Grandad. Friendship is thicker than blood.