Have a good flight.... It's not gonna mean much coming from a perfect stranger but I feel the need to reply to your previous journal with the most comforting words I can find...
You know it'll never stop hurting, you'll just get used to it in time....
but there are things you can do to make it a little easier. You're an excellent writer.. Immortalize those stories your grandmother told you in print... either in a little notebook or online, here.. anywhere.
YOU know how great she was, now share her with the rest of the world... THat's the only way a person can truly live forever is through the memories of others.
YOu might not believe in religion (neither do I) but that doesn't mean that you can't be spiritual. You don't know what's out there and therefore for all we know your grandma could be sitting on a ferris wheel eating cotton candy right now.
When I was in highschool I had a lot of friends die. IT was a bad couple of years. A few were suicides. I comforted myself by coming up with theories of what might happen when you die.
Everything from the traditional heaven and reincarnation to the most abstract theories on energy and black holes.
It doesn't matter what really does happen... It only matters that you can accept that it did.
Have a good flight.... It's not gonna mean much coming from a perfect stranger but I feel the need to reply to your previous journal with the most comforting words I can find...
You know it'll never stop hurting, you'll just get used to it in time....
but there are things you can do to make it a little easier. You're an excellent writer.. Immortalize those stories your grandmother told you in print... either in a little notebook or online, here.. anywhere.
YOU know how great she was, now share her with the rest of the world... THat's the only way a person can truly live forever is through the memories of others.
YOu might not believe in religion (neither do I) but that doesn't mean that you can't be spiritual. You don't know what's out there and therefore for all we know your grandma could be sitting on a ferris wheel eating cotton candy right now.
When I was in highschool I had a lot of friends die. IT was a bad couple of years. A few were suicides. I comforted myself by coming up with theories of what might happen when you die.
Everything from the traditional heaven and reincarnation to the most abstract theories on energy and black holes.
It doesn't matter what really does happen... It only matters that you can accept that it did.
Does that make sense?