Just committed to being in Ghana
for one whole year. I think it might be the best decision I’ve ever made regardless of whether I do or don’t like my time there. I’m nervous.
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You Never Go Back To The Way Things Were Before.
“Every single day after that first bad one is a reminder. You can never go back to the way things were before. I didn’t think a date coming back would affect me at all…but it’s like my body remembers and my mind is experiencing it all over again. I don’t understand what healing is supposed to be like. Sometimes I feel like once you have experienced a certain amount of pain - of devastating, ground-shaking, life killing pain - you never stop hurting. And you’re left open to the pain and terror of the whole world. I never have gotten my heart back, and the pain isn’t going away any time soon. But that’s just fine. THERE IS NO ABSOLUTION IN HEALING. There will never be a time when I will sit in the sun and not think about [Harrison or Evelyn]. There will never be a time when I hear Alex Murdoch’s song “something beautiful” or do a thousand other things and not think about [Harrison or Evelyn]. And there shouldn’t be. To me, healing doesn’t mean I won’t hurt anymore. Healing means being able to breathe when I make a pot of coffee. And being able to remember what heaven feels like, even though I can’t find it anymore.”
This is paraphrased from an article by Angela Adams. This is almost EXACTLY what my mothers death feels like/felt like. And actually reading what seems like my thoughts from someone else’s viewpoint has affected me in an interesting way.
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I can’t believe they are doing this. Way to destroy all the character.
I can hear my heartbeat in my ears. And I keep thinking that I would give anything for a day spent with you. ANYTHING.
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1/23
Yesterday, my parents would have celebrated 24 years of marriage. Almost a quarter of a century. I wonder though, if they would still have been married.
The people that live next to me are REALLY loud (both in speech and in music). Maybe my walls are just really thin.
Had a dream about a week ago. I walked into the formal living room of the house in which I grew up. It had been turned into an office and my mother was sitting at the desk in the corner. I was so excited/surprised to see her. She called me her darling girl and said she missed me. We talked for hours while drinking coffee. At some point I asked her of heaven existed and she was there. And she couldn’t give me an answer.
In other news, my father is officially engaged to be married.
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