with my shirt tucked in and my shoes untied; i am crying in the bathroom.

[sweetvlady]

I imagine how it is for my grandma, who sits alone all day. Well, she has friends come over occassionally from down the hall or the other floors or floor eleven because that's where Luba lives, but it isn't the same. She has to find things to do because otherwise she might think too much about how she's alone, and it's ironic because i know that'

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you constantly give me the chills.

[spedcialchild]

I'm at a loss of words again. I immediately looked to comment, thinking the words would flow so easily, and then I just stared at the screen. But I think I know what to say now.

Wouldn't she think about her husband and two sons even when they all lived under the same roof? "Things change. And friends leave. And life doesn't stop for anyone."//it's wonderful how Charlie can duplicate what we feel and we don't even know him. We don't even know of his existance, really.

I adore that quote, too. But I have a secret. I know where they disappear to. We inhale the words and sounds and voices and laughter and they're part of us now. I know I carry everything I've heard with me. Isn't that where they're supposed to go? Everyone's thoughts are cumulatiing within the air and sometimes i just want to pick them.

All I have for the moment is a song to pass the time, a melody to keep me from worrying. Oh, some simple progression to keep my fingers busy.Maybe that's how your grandma feels. She keeps herself busy, but everything's always there

Re: you constantly give me the chills.

[spedcialchild]

Can I add something, if I may?

My grandpa died just recently. Thursday, I think, and the funeral was yesterday. I can bet you anything that's how my grandma is now. As soon as I saw her coming to my house so she wouldn't be alone and fiddling through magazines all day, I thought of this entry.

I don't know; I thought it was relavant.

[__umbrellaeyes]

speechless. this is exactly whats in my head. and i couldnt put it in words. about how sometimes you cant stop thinking about people because they were a part of your life. and age, and death, and all the questions that arise from it.
casimir pulaski day is beautiful. it really really is.

[only_solace]

this is so sad.
so beautifully written.
and so sad.