Sometimes it is hard to understand exactly what is going on.
“He is dying”
“He has cancer”
“Less than a month”
How can that be? I have known him my whole life. He has been there for me from the start. He was not the father figure I never had, I will not lie, but he was a friend. He was always there, to support me, to laugh with me, to be happy and silly with me.
I do not remember him thin and sick, not unless I try. I remember us in the garden having fun. I remember him teaching my sword fighting. Yet, sometimes I remember nothing. It is as if my mind is trying to protect me from remembering from grieving. I remember I did not cry in the news of his death, I knew it was coming up. I grieved, but I did not cry, I stayed strong, for my mum, my family. I am crying now. I am crying because I remember because this is a loss that can never be recovered.
Challenge: This is a three part series. The next installment will be up tomorrow (Saturday).