Watching Shawshank Redemption for about the hundredth time and crying profusely. It was one of my fathers favorites and we watched it together all the time. I miss him so deeply. There is a wound inside me that bleeds with love and ache for him every day. It is a clean wound, not infected or gaping. It pulses and throbs and whispers many names. It says, this grief can be your enemy, or it can be your friend, but it will always be your companion; it will remind you of what you lost, but also, of how much you once had. Thats both sad and beautiful. Thats life. Thats death. Thats what it means to love someone to the end.
Posted on: Sat, 09 Aug 2014 02:54:39 +0000
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