My grandfather passed away in June. His birthday is tomorrow and I'm celebrating it with the few happy memories I have. He loved me (and all of us) in such a cruel way and for that I hadn't seen him in years; I didn't say goodbye, I didn't go his funeral, I only cried once and it was a day late. It was a choice made out of love and pain, not of pity and guilt like he would have wanted.
Since his death, I've lost 20 pounds and am aiming for another 15. I'm promising him that I won't let a sickness of the body spread to a sickness of the mind (and vice versa). He understands.
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i am now at cavalier-eternal.blogspot.com
i miss you.
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