Posted by Jai Narayan on November 24, 2004, at 21:22:39
In reply to I'm not going, posted by saw on November 18, 2004, at 0:32:40
My Dear Sabrina,
I got some of my mother's and father's ashes and put them together.
I sifted through my fathers and felt the fact that his life was sifting through my fingers.
He was so important to me.
Honey, do what is best for you.
If this is too much...
take care of yourself first.
You are now the living part of your dad.
This life has a way of being more important than the dead.
They have left us.
We are here to make sense of this life.
Life seems to be the place where we can do something
important.
Please take good care of yourself.
jai
poster:Jai Narayan
thread:416922
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