I sit here at the computer and read something funny, I laugh, then cry, (repeat a few times), feel a bit crazy~ and then say to myself, "I would do anything to find him / bring him back" with such earnestness...then I think, everyone who's lost a loved one has said that very thing and felt that earnestness. I somehow still feel very alone, as if I'm the first to have thought it, felt it.
I think of all the philosophies, beliefs, emotions expressed here on this forum and try to put my feelings in amongst it all, like a single card in a deck of cards, how, where, why even, does my feelings about losing my son fit into all this? How does it work?
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