Some days I want to glean meaning from your death. Other days I know it was just some random shit thing that happened. In my dreams society has crumbled, humanity reduced to warring factions and desperate survival, and still what I miss most as I stand by the ocean is hearing songs on the radio that remind me of you. Upon waking I struggle for a moment, wondering why my mother is dating someone, until I remember (over and over and over) – you’re gone.
There is no meaning in death, except it gives value to life. We all do what we must to overcome its effects and no two people react the same way. I would not question your mother’s reasons because we can never know the true story behind someone else’s life journey; she is doing what she must to survive. I have lived this story, make peace with death. I hope you do not mind me writing this.
Thank you for the thoughtful words, and of course I don’t mind you writing them. They are very much appreciated. :)
On Sun, Mar 22, 2015 at 9:57 AM, Only Fragments wrote:
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