I never knew beforehand how it would feel to lose someone close, and it has been very different to each of my beloved persons.
Y yo hé perdido mi abuela.
I just lost my Grandmother. It feels more sad than the other times, i guess in the end i cherished “The Baroness” so much more than i could even know.
Watching her lifeless body i can’t but wonder what are the strings, the links, the streams of feeling that connect us.
Us animals, us balls of meat, us material beings. And still losing my grandmother does not feel like anything else i had ever felt directly.
As a way to pay my respect: She was blessed that she could love us with such a special love.
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