Thursday, December 22, 2016

I wish I were me

But right now I'm not. I miss me.
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Practical Parsimony said...

I read your previous post and am so sorry. In Nov, 2000, my best friend was injured in a house fire. In may 2001, he finally died. Then, 911 happened. Finally, on Dec 12, 2001, my brother dropped dead from a heart attack. For the whole year, May to December, I was not myself. That lasted another six months. I did nothing I enjoyed before--yard sales, for example. I think it was the next summer--2002--that the hurt was not so deep, still there but not so jagged and ripping at my heart. I had the sensation of missing myself as I was before. I understand the sensation.

January 13, 2017 at 7:19 AM

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