"I hope you never hear those words...Your son. He died. They are different than other words.
They are too big to fit in your ears. They belong to some strange , heavy, powerful language that pounds away at the side of your head, a wrecking ball coming at you again and again, until finally, the words crack a hole large enough to fit inside your brain. And in so doing, they split you apart"
Like I said, some days are better than others.
Today is not one of those days.
I miss my Akif.
I desperately want what I cannot have.
I would have given up everything I have to have him here with me.
But no matter what I do, no matter how many tears I shed...even when those tears turn to blood, all I have are my dreams and a grave to remember him by.
So today is not a good day.
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