dear favorite day diary,
today is supposed to be my favorite day of the week and it still is, but the funeral is today and i am having such a hard time with all that. i guess growing up in an older family prepared me for loss at an early age, which is prolly a good thing too, considering the monumental loss of my own mother at the tender age of thirteen, but even still, with all the practice in the world- you never get used to losing people who you care about- because they are all different- they are all special. in fact, i believe now that when a person dies you are close to, a part of who you are dies with them. i didn't know that when i was a child- but i see it now. sometimes i hear a voice or see a face that will take me back- but i never get to stay.
today is supposed to be my favorite day of the week and it still is, but the funeral is today and i am having such a hard time with all that. i guess growing up in an older family prepared me for loss at an early age, which is prolly a good thing too, considering the monumental loss of my own mother at the tender age of thirteen, but even still, with all the practice in the world- you never get used to losing people who you care about- because they are all different- they are all special. in fact, i believe now that when a person dies you are close to, a part of who you are dies with them. i didn't know that when i was a child- but i see it now. sometimes i hear a voice or see a face that will take me back- but i never get to stay.
