I had a dream about Pop the other night.
I went to visit him at his home. When I got there he looked so sad. He asked me, "why don't you come to see me anymore?" I felt so guilty. I woke up and felt his absence. I have a photo of him on top of my television; I think of him everyday. I miss him so much that some days it hurts.
I just want to hug him one last time. I feel cheated.
So this is grief.
Monday, March 26, 2007
Philosophy of loss
Writing
On Pop
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Yes this is grief and it hurts and will continue to hurt, although the intensity will diminish, but not go away entirely. It's a reflection of the love you have for him. Go gently with yourself.
aww man i can tell by the way u talk bout him how much u miss him. rememeber he looking down on u so your never alone.
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