The Dark
17,000 writes: Everything bad happens in the dark. Tell us your stories of noises and bumps in the night, power cuts, blindfolds and cinema fumbling.
( , Thu 23 Jul 2009, 15:49)
17,000 writes: Everything bad happens in the dark. Tell us your stories of noises and bumps in the night, power cuts, blindfolds and cinema fumbling.
( , Thu 23 Jul 2009, 15:49)
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We had only a couple of hours in which to see Dylan at the funeral home before the coffin had to be closed.
Everyone who could be there looked at his handsome face for the last time and left in tears. He was so young.
I stayed a long time, ruffling his hair and tellng him that I loved him and was not angry with him. His hair was the longest I'd ever seen it - he was growing it, it seems, for the first time.
After a while, I realised that I was still there because I couldn't leave. I couldn't leave him alone there without anyone he loved to hold his hand or whisper that it was all right, I'm here and you're safe.
This was a problem which I needed to solve. So I called Rob the funeral director in and explained, and he understood.
Dylan was never afraid of the dark as a child - well, a little, but he was very brave - so I kissed and hugged him for a last time, then stood by the door and said, goodnight Dyl, I'll see you in the morning, and Rob put out the lights, one by one, just on cue. I couldn't see Dylan any more then and quietly closed the door and tiptoed away, just as when he was a little boy.
( , Sat 25 Jul 2009, 9:14, 16 replies)
Everyone who could be there looked at his handsome face for the last time and left in tears. He was so young.
I stayed a long time, ruffling his hair and tellng him that I loved him and was not angry with him. His hair was the longest I'd ever seen it - he was growing it, it seems, for the first time.
After a while, I realised that I was still there because I couldn't leave. I couldn't leave him alone there without anyone he loved to hold his hand or whisper that it was all right, I'm here and you're safe.
This was a problem which I needed to solve. So I called Rob the funeral director in and explained, and he understood.
Dylan was never afraid of the dark as a child - well, a little, but he was very brave - so I kissed and hugged him for a last time, then stood by the door and said, goodnight Dyl, I'll see you in the morning, and Rob put out the lights, one by one, just on cue. I couldn't see Dylan any more then and quietly closed the door and tiptoed away, just as when he was a little boy.
( , Sat 25 Jul 2009, 9:14, 16 replies)
Tears first thing
in the morning. The first post I read makes me feel like crying. My heart genuinely goes out to you.
( , Sat 25 Jul 2009, 9:24, closed)
in the morning. The first post I read makes me feel like crying. My heart genuinely goes out to you.
( , Sat 25 Jul 2009, 9:24, closed)
Kinda puts everything into perspective
Thank you for sharing that Juan.
( , Sat 25 Jul 2009, 9:29, closed)
Thank you for sharing that Juan.
( , Sat 25 Jul 2009, 9:29, closed)
Blimey
Not something you expect to read first thing of a Saturday with a hangover.
I suppose some might say it's the last thing you need- however, on further reflection (yes, this is an edit, what ya gonna do?) a bit of abject humanity first thing in the morning does put things into perspective.
It reminds me of this poem:
Mid-term break.
Such a sad poem.
( , Sat 25 Jul 2009, 9:58, closed)
Not something you expect to read first thing of a Saturday with a hangover.
I suppose some might say it's the last thing you need- however, on further reflection (yes, this is an edit, what ya gonna do?) a bit of abject humanity first thing in the morning does put things into perspective.
It reminds me of this poem:
Mid-term break.
Such a sad poem.
( , Sat 25 Jul 2009, 9:58, closed)
Another post where...
..."I like this" is just plain wrong
*clicks anyway*
( , Sat 25 Jul 2009, 11:02, closed)
..."I like this" is just plain wrong
*clicks anyway*
( , Sat 25 Jul 2009, 11:02, closed)
Thank you. everyone, you're very kind, and I'm sorry for bringing your day down.
This was part of the little journal I kept in the weeks after his death. Writing things down sometimes helps.
( , Sat 25 Jul 2009, 13:03, closed)
This was part of the little journal I kept in the weeks after his death. Writing things down sometimes helps.
( , Sat 25 Jul 2009, 13:03, closed)
Don't think it brought me(us) down,
I hope it's cathartic for you to know you will always have an ear/shoulder.
( , Sat 25 Jul 2009, 13:17, closed)
I hope it's cathartic for you to know you will always have an ear/shoulder.
( , Sat 25 Jul 2009, 13:17, closed)
**Click**
I'm a grown man and if i cry at work i blame you
(only joking i wouldn't really)
( , Tue 28 Jul 2009, 15:26, closed)
I'm a grown man and if i cry at work i blame you
(only joking i wouldn't really)
( , Tue 28 Jul 2009, 15:26, closed)
Sometimes
when you're having a crap day, something happens to throw your life into sharp perspective. That's happened today to me. Thank you for feeling you can share this with us.
( , Wed 29 Jul 2009, 10:01, closed)
when you're having a crap day, something happens to throw your life into sharp perspective. That's happened today to me. Thank you for feeling you can share this with us.
( , Wed 29 Jul 2009, 10:01, closed)
Thank you
Such kindness from strangers, I'm really touched. Helps a lot.
( , Thu 30 Jul 2009, 9:04, closed)
Such kindness from strangers, I'm really touched. Helps a lot.
( , Thu 30 Jul 2009, 9:04, closed)
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