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a book of ordinary people

Because We have forgotten that we are only ordinary people who are allowed to make mistakes..Normal left us a while back and we didnt even notice!!!
 

The ghost symphony

Monday, July 12, 2010




And I thought I have fathomed death...
I assumed walking by the dying or already dead people can help you understand death fully and do not let it get to you.
And yet it came and I still can not wrap my head around it.
The news was short, only one line : "He is gone for good..."
I barely knew the guy, he married this girl I knew, a childhood friend. Never met him in person only occasional pictures of him. They seemed happy...
How can someone you know die so young?
When my grandma left us nobody blinked, she wanted death for a long time.
But this guy, he must have been in his early 30s. They did not even have a child yet, they were not ready for it
I remember her 5th birthday party very well, my baby sister was born that day. My parents couldn't give us a ride, so another family friend came and took us to her birthday party. I took the balloons home for my baby sister, it was a good day. I loved the baby, she was different you could tell.
Now the girl who shares the same birthday with my baby sister is a widower. Death has never hit me so up close and personal and so unexpected. I hate the unexpected part, he was so young. I hate surprises like that..
Life is what hits you in the face when you are obsessing over random,unimportant things.
And then you realize that you have not figured anything out, and most likely you will never do.
Rest in peace man....

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