It’s so strange how such small things can make you feel so sad. Sitting in the movies tonight, Dads death hit me like a ton of bricks. It came out of nowhere - I just realized that there are so many normal things I’ll never be able to do with him and so many things he’ll miss. This hurts.
i’m sitting here trying to write my dad’s fucking eulogy. repeating the same things over and over is NOT helping. reliving and rehashing everything is NOT helping. i’m sorry if this is selfish but i think that i should be a priority here and it feels like i’m an afterthought.
“And once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”—Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via anditslove)
“you will somehow get through
the slow days and the busy days
and the dull days and the hateful days
and the rare days,
all both so delightful and so disappointing
because we are all so alike and so different.”—Charles Bukowski, excerpt from ‘Gamblers All’ (via hellanne)