Sunday, 6 January 2013

Being old and saying goodbye

Long gone are the days of squabbling over the last sweet, elastic ties and lining up for assembly.

We're grown ups now and we have to start dealing with grown up problems. Worrying about grown up things and facing what's thrown at us.

Thing's never remain the same; nothing lasts forever. Not dreams, not people. Nothing.

This brings me to loss. Something materialistic or somebody close to our hearts, whether that may be a family member, friend or even a neighbour.


Everyday, each one of us loses something; it might only be our door key, or a £5 note, and it's rare that it's ever gone forever.

But I don't know what forever means.

I don't understand death either. It's a type of loss but it can never be refound. It's unexplained. I've got so many questions that nobody can answer...not even my mum. And she always has the answer to everything. How can somebody be there one minute, and gone the next?

But not even gone just for a bit; for forever. Never will we see them again.

Sadness.

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