As Good a Day as Any
Today my father would have turned 60. That's ten birthdays without him, and the pain is still at times unbearable. Time has polished it, as the river's running water makes a pebble round and smooth, but the stone is there to stay.
Most people are very uncomfortable talking about death. Who could blame them? I often feel like there's no one I can talk to about it. I imagine that they feel they should say something, and not knowing what to say is what causes them discomfort. All I would need though, is for someone to be willing to listen, someone who would just hold me in their arms and listen. There's no one like that in my life right now. This is why I figured that today was as good a day as any to start a blog. You, my (soon to be) thousands of virtual (soon to be) friends, will get to know the inner me: what goes on in this head of mine in the rare moments when I am not speaking.
Most people are very uncomfortable talking about death. Who could blame them? I often feel like there's no one I can talk to about it. I imagine that they feel they should say something, and not knowing what to say is what causes them discomfort. All I would need though, is for someone to be willing to listen, someone who would just hold me in their arms and listen. There's no one like that in my life right now. This is why I figured that today was as good a day as any to start a blog. You, my (soon to be) thousands of virtual (soon to be) friends, will get to know the inner me: what goes on in this head of mine in the rare moments when I am not speaking.
posted by Nathalie at 11:53 AM
1 Comments:
well, Nathalie, I'm here to read and try to understand where your coming from...your not alone, we all feel that way sometimes and the truth is no one will ever really understand anyone completely, but we can try.
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