Dark clouds may hang on me sometimes

Dark clouds may hang on me sometimes, but I'll work it out...

Sunday, July 25, 2010



Death is never fair. It doesn't fight clean, it never plays even, it comes too soon, and it never calls to let you know it's on it's way. It's not biased, it doesn't think twice about age, it's colorblind, and it doesn't care who it hurts.

When someone dies, everyone hurts. Of course that persons family feels the most pain, but the people who care about the family also feel it. It's never easy watching someone (or a family) that you care about hurt so much without there being something you can do. If you could, you'd turn back time and change whatever you could so that they'd be spared from that pain for even a minute longer, but you can't. There's absolutely nothing you can do. It's one of the only situations where it doesn't matter what you do or what you say, because nothing makes that moment easier... except for time.

So what do you do? The only thing you can do is be there for them and be strong because when they're falling apart, you need to catch those pieces before they shatter on the ground and put them back together. That's when they need you the most.
R.I.P. Uncle Ray <3
July 21st, 2010.

"Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through, and shines down upon us to let us know they're happy." - Eskimo Proverb.

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