wishmobbing
Senior member
- Joined
- Dec 5, 2017
- Messages
- 872
- Reason
- Lost a loved one
- Diagnosis
- 07/2017
- Country
- DE
- State
- BW
- City
- Stuttgart
The good memories of my boyfriend are something I cherish, his weaknesses and quirks are something to chuckle about with friends. I'm a happy and pretty much trigger-free widow.
Except when one of our PALS here takes leave. That always pulls the rug from under me and I howl like a hound. I wouldn't even say it brings it all back. It's just that one unshakable shaken post that tells us that someone is GONE.
But then... they're somehow not. A very good friend asked me if it was crazy that he talked to my dead PALS in his head, like he used to talk through his everyday grievances with him to get his perspective. That made me smile. It makes my boyfriend the best researched fictional character and immortal at the same time.
I don't consult with my dead boyfriend because I was always right anyway. But it comes natural to me to take on some of his partialties. Spinning his records, even enjoying good burgers more and of course be better friends with "his" friends. I'm so thankful to have inherited all that.
Except when one of our PALS here takes leave. That always pulls the rug from under me and I howl like a hound. I wouldn't even say it brings it all back. It's just that one unshakable shaken post that tells us that someone is GONE.
But then... they're somehow not. A very good friend asked me if it was crazy that he talked to my dead PALS in his head, like he used to talk through his everyday grievances with him to get his perspective. That made me smile. It makes my boyfriend the best researched fictional character and immortal at the same time.
I don't consult with my dead boyfriend because I was always right anyway. But it comes natural to me to take on some of his partialties. Spinning his records, even enjoying good burgers more and of course be better friends with "his" friends. I'm so thankful to have inherited all that.