Theroy
BattleForums Senior Member
he has a point.
He'll never leave you.
he has a point.
He'll never leave you.
Why? I've been to my fair share of funerals, all of which have been open casket.Yeah... i'll never go to an open casket.
Heh. Too bad it can make things worse.
He'll never leave you.
Honestly I fail to see how you could say that and expect everyone to be the same.You don't "get over it". When your favorite team losses a game, you get over it. when someone dies, it stays with you.
Don't want to see my loved ones as corpses.Why? I've been to my fair share of funerals, all of which have been open casket.
Lots of words.Honestly I fail to see how you could say that and expect everyone to be the same.
Mt mother died when I was five. I didn't understand fully at first but over time it made more and more sense, so it was hard to get over it I will admit. Eventually though I accepted thats a fact I'll have to live with and however it changed me as a person I'll have to live with. Hopefully that event changed me for the better.
So my point is yes it will be hard, but its an event that occurred and nothing can change that. You can decide how it affects you, however. You can use it to inspire you to do good. I know "good" good is ambiguous, but something like really being there for someone else when they are getting close to the end. My worst fear isn't dying, it's dying alone.
Tell that to a lot of these people....Lots of words.
"Accepting" and "getting over it" is two things. If you just "get over it" you are extremely cold. IF you accept that yes, people die, and someone I loved died than you are able to cope.
That's awesomeI have to say, I agree with pan.
My best friend also lost her grandfather. (the same way too, having his kidney removed.)
She just said the sadness never really goes away. You will always get sad when you see pictures, at holidays, and even just random memories. I guess you just have to go on with life.
I'm sad he is gone, but it has inspired me. I'm going to pick up the cello again and put down the cigs. It has made me feel... I don't know.... more... poetic?
I can see now the changes in my life and want to move forward and do what I think would make him proud. I guess that just means being happy, responsible, and passionate.
I will always miss him, and will always look up to who he was, an accepting, fun loving, friendly, and compassionate man.
Some people don't have it as easy as you think...You're acting like this is the first relative that has ever died. Welcome to the the real world, life sucks, get over it.
Give it a few years and you wont even remember what he looked like or how his voice sounded.