Montag. Monday. I've been dreaming about my childhood dog regularly. She's always 18 (her age at death). The major theme has been letting go of her. In the dreams, she's been healthy, but there was the understanding that she was old, and her time was soon. I don't think I've grieved or processed it (much) in real life. I somewhat accepted it as a fact-of-life, but by hardening to it. Same goes for my brother's friends' dad. I haven't forgiven God for that. My brother has issues with our dad, and the closest male adult to a real dad was his friends'. He was a great guy- caring, fun, knowledgeable. A little bit of Santa Claus (in laughter and looks). People from all walks of life related to and were loved by him. Then, there was a fatal accident when he drove his motorcycle. Now he won't walk his daughter down the aisle, or give his blessing to his sons. Who will be there for his wife all these years to come? I know life is fragile, among other things. There are definite times when timing seems better or it makes more sense. Like when a person is really old or really sick, then it seems a relief to let them go, or to at least know they've had time to live their lives. but those other times, even when it seems to do some good for someone, really really suck. I could take the perspective of our lives being lived much longer in a different form (not in our human bodies) but while that's a relief, it doens't change the reality of day-to-day life here-and-now (except for believing there's more than limited things i've experienced). i don't want your husband. there is no appeal for me. I think it's great that people are married and l am happy for them (generally). when i see that a guy has a wedding band on, it makes me think that he is committed and showing love to someone, and I think that's great! i know that is a rosy, ill-formed perspective, but why can't i be optimistic? when people care about each other and obviously express it or at least their efforts to, I think that's great! yay love! sometimes, we just caught up in our selves or who knows what? anything that doesn't matter all that much, and then things get messy and feelings get hurt... so yay for love and sticking it through (when not abusive)
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