I’m mourning for my uncle, who died a week ago. he was on a bicycle crossing a road and some asshole made a fast left turn and ran right over him. The emergency room didn’t do shit cause they couldn’t reach his ill guardian, my grandma, for whom he was going to a pharmacy to get medications at the time he was killed. he was divorced and we couldn’t track his estranged only son. no one knew anything about him. my grandma’s heart is broken into pieces, for he, her eldest son, was her main caretaker who somewhat held everything together in that household. i can’t even begin to think about the magnitude of loneliness and sorrow she’s feeling right now without falling deep and hard.
i’m confused. as always.
I think i skipped the whole sorrow and mourning thing and went straight to denial. “such is my reality. A sad irrationality” That’s actually a quote from a love poem.
So it goes.
I couldn’t care less about the Harry Potter series before, but I’ve been watching them - all. of. them. TWICE. (and possibly more) - ever since i came back from his funeral. I guess i’m finally understanding the high u get from the truly magical fantasy world (and I really mean those words), and, ironically enough, and incidentally, not so quite irrelevantly, it was death that got me there. And imagine the expanded awesomeness I would’ve possessed as a teacher when my little students were going nuts n hopping on about HP years ago if he died then!
I might be going slightly crazy at the moment. but then everyone and everything’s going backward these days. The ocean’s falling from the sky, the earth’s shattering constantly and people kill others for no good reason everyday.
It’s raining again and I think I’ll be okay. Eventually.
so it goes.