I understand that people grieve in different ways, but being calm is just so unbearable how does she stand it? People console themselves with statements such as ' he had a good innings ' or ' at least he didn't suffer ' and it drives me absolutely insane. In my opinion there's no good ' way to go ' or never a good time. I hesitated seeing Rose for a couple days because I knew if I went in there I would see Gordon's empty recliner and all the remnants of his life and the fact that he had passed on would become abundantly real and overwhelming. You basically live everyday in your surroundings until one day your gone and hopefully you're lucky enough to have someone around to pack up your things, box everything up as though you never existed and then you're nothing but a memory.
Gordon was always the nice 'old' guy from next door. As a kid I'd run home from school and simply wait out the front just eager for Gordie to come out of his gate with his bucket of bread. He would cross the road and go to the lake near every night and feed the ducks. This is only one of the ways he was a brilliant man. He provided me with knowledge and friendship and guided me when I needed it the most. He took the up most pride in his garage sales and it took me numerous years to finally click that the yellow tinged bubbly liquid in his glass that he called 'medicine' was in fact a nice cold glass of beer.
I will miss Gordon a lot, and tomorrow I'll say goodbye.
-- Death is the wish of some, the relief of many, and the end of all.
- Lucius Annaeus Seneca
(It's still a gloomy topic none the less, one I tend to hope I wont have to touch on again )
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