Wednesday, 11 March 2009
Why does it always rain...
Why can I not tell the truth? Something somebody said about my dad got me upset yesterday. One of the proctors (like prefects) saw I was crying so stopped to ask what was the matter. I told her I wasn’t feeling well so she took me to the pastoral room for the rest of the day. They must’ve told my mum because she was fussing over me and we had my favourite for tea, filled pancakes. Had so many people asking me what’s wrong and I just can’t talk about it but they just won’t stop asking and I just can’t handle the questions. Save you askin, my dad‘s died... no need to ask now and no need to comment either.
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2 comments:
Whitegoods
my mom died in 2001 and it still feels like it happened yesterday. I lot of time we do not tell people the truth to protect ourselves or in some vain attempt to protect our beliefs
Your love for your dad will never end and it will always hurt if someone is disrecptful to his memory. There will always be rude people in this world who feel worthy if judging others
Do not be ashamed to cry for your fathers memory either and just tell people you can not discuss what yo feel right now but when and if you can yo will let tham know.
I am sorry for your loss as not a day goes by without a reminder of my mother, so be proud of your memeories and protect his legacy
take care and be safe, hugs
bob
Cry. Its ok. Really. and normal.
in time it will prolly get easier.
ppart of being human and loving...
hugs
steevo
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