i think maybe i thought i was immune to death. death was something that other people dealt with but it would never affect me. somehow i've managed to get to 35 without anyone significant in my life passing away.
i'm kind of freaking out. when i consider him not existing any more strange thoughts come into my head like "this shouldn't be allowed". we weren't even that close but he is part of an image that represents my childhood. he was always around. always. and he won't be around any more. who is going to make inappropriate comments at family gatherings now.
4:14 p.m. - March 07, 2006
who will sit and hold my hand while you are dying.
2:57 p.m. - March 07, 2006
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