TIME
They say time heals all wounds and I suppose it does. But it also opens some. It’s almost my son’s birthday. He would be 24 had he lived.
He has been gone now for 5 years and 4 months.
There is very little pain now when I think of his death only the sadness of knowing he’s gone.
I don’t think of him as much as I used too and THAT is the problem. That is a different kind of wound. This wound isn’t healed by time but instead made worse.
When I see his picture or something that reminds me of him, I suddenly feel happy at the thought of him and then I suddenly realize that I haven’t been thinking of him and then I feel bad.
Time really isn’t our friend; it just brings everything to an end.
He has been gone now for 5 years and 4 months.
There is very little pain now when I think of his death only the sadness of knowing he’s gone.
I don’t think of him as much as I used too and THAT is the problem. That is a different kind of wound. This wound isn’t healed by time but instead made worse.
When I see his picture or something that reminds me of him, I suddenly feel happy at the thought of him and then I suddenly realize that I haven’t been thinking of him and then I feel bad.
Time really isn’t our friend; it just brings everything to an end.
posted by half_cent | 4:08 PM
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