I lost someone to cancer; she was really close to me. That great someone was my grandma and it happened in March '07. Since then I get angry everytime I hear about someone having cancer. I don't like being angry, but I just care too damn much. Someone else I know has cancer. Someone I care about. I cannot change that. A third person - who I hoped for and who's struggle I witnessed through a friend - died a week ago. I can buy as many cancer awareness T-shirts I want, I can donate money for the cause, I can send get-well-cards to strangers who fight cancer and I can be angry 20/7. That doesn't change the fact that people die. People I like and care about and people who leave behind their loved ones.
Christa
Janet
Dieter
Chazzy
.....
I asked this girl who sits next to me in the library - yes the world keeps moving; no one pauses- and she says that there was beauty in the sadness I'm feeling. Because it showed that I cared.
I don't see that beauty, but everything around me is blury because these damn tears just won't stop coming.
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