Gabriel -- 9 months later. Current mood: argumentative
I miss my son each and every minute of each and every day. I was reading over the old blog entry from the day after his death and there are phrases like "maybe one day we'll understand" in there and now that I think about it, that just pisses me off. We will NEVER understand.
This is a wound that time can never heal. It was senseless, there is no reason for this shit. And now instead of dressing my son in Colts onesies and changing diapers I post pissed off blogs on myspace.
Currently listening : Live At Leeds [Deluxe Edition] By The Who Release date: By 2001-09-18
I think that what some people mean is "adapting", instead of "understanding." We do adapt to life's slings and arrows whether we do so purposely or not. I don't claim to understand those slings and arrows because I believe they are just random. I don't expect anyone else to understand them either. Emoting in different forms is a natural response to vents or happenings.
"Generosity. That was my first mistake." "Experience must be our only guide; reason may mislead us." "Instagram is Twitter for people who can't read."
