Two weeks have passed since our dear Sacha left us…
The void she left behind as present as ever…
The wound still fresh…
I’m still hurting…
I’m still grieving…
I’m still crying…
I still miss my friend…
Just random musings on random stuff.
Two weeks have passed since our dear Sacha left us…
The void she left behind as present as ever…
The wound still fresh…
I’m still hurting…
I’m still grieving…
I’m still crying…
I still miss my friend…
Oh, Sacha…
Where are you at?
I want to join you there…
I don’t want to be here…
I don’t want to live in a world…
Without you in it…
I don’t want to wait…
I want out…
Right now…
Just so I can have you by my side…
Why does it still hurt?
Why won’t this pain go away?
Why can’t I move on?
Why can’t I think straight?
Why am I still sad?
Oh, Sacha…
Why did you have to be gone…?
It’s been a week since you left us…
The slowest week there ever was…
My heart still aches…
Your absence still hurts…
Oh, Sacha…
How I miss you gravely…
Hey, Sacha.
How’re you doing today?
It’s been a few days since I last saw you…
A few days since you’ve left us…
Are you doing well?
Did you pee on the pearly gates?
Did you hump any clouds?
Did you find one cloud that is comfortable to lay in?
Most of all… are you feeling any better?
I want to believe that you are…
I want to believe that you’re in a better place…
I want to believe that your days of suffering has ended…
I want to believe that…
I want to believe that so that I sleep well at night…
But every day I wake up on this world…
Is another day knowing that you’re not around…
And that makes me sad…
Oh, Sacha…
How I miss you dearly.
Family thought about getting another dog…
I’m not too keen on the idea…
Not because I don’t like having a dog around…
It’s been a little quiet around these parts…
But here’s the thing…
I don’t want another dog…
I want my dog back…
I want my friend back…
I miss her so much…
And to just replace her with another one?
So soon?
It wouldn’t be fair to the new kid…
Especially if I’m still missing the old one.
The pain is still there…
The grief is still there…
I can’t just set it aside…
I need a little more time…
A little more time…
More time…
Oh, Sacha…
How I miss you…
It’s been 72 hours since my friend left this world…
And yet the hole in my heart still remains…
Others have seemingly gotten over the pain…
Seemingly moved on with their lives…
Seemingly putting up a front to hide their feelings…
So why can’t I do these thing?
Why does my heart still ache for my lost friend?
Why do tears still flow from my eyes days later?
Why do happy memories not ease my pain?
Why do I still cry over my missing friend?
I woke up this morning and saw the sun shine bright…
I step outside to feel the cool yet gentle breeze…
I go on with my day, making a note to take the dog for a walk…
Only to realize that there is no longer a dog to walk…
And then I am overwhelmed with grief…
Oh, Sacha…
Why did you have to go?
Why did you have to leave us so soon?
Why couldn’t you have stayed a little while longer?
Your gentle warmth and love is sorely missed…
And the world is all the worse without it…
I want to move on…
I really do…
But I don’t know how…
And I don’t know…
If I ever could…
Was given Friday off…
Figured it was a way to grieve…
Question is…
Do I really want that time off?
Will it really help?
The more time I have to myself…
The more time I have to dwell…
And the more time I have to dwell…
The more I realize…
That my friend is no longer here.
And that’s when it hurts the most.
I’ve been digging through some old boxes and I discovered some stuff that I haven’t seen in years; a box of old books, novels, and comics from 20-30 years. Some of this stuff have been talked about on this blog, such as some of the wrestling autobiographies, but there’s also a bunch of other stuff that hasn’t been touched on all that much. And it got me thinking… is this worth writing about on the blog down the road?
Don’t expect too much into this right now. With the Ramblemania Rewind coming up, I’m keeping all the written stuff to a minimum, but come April once Wrestlemania is over and done with… things will be picking up to a degree.
No, seriously… just stop.
Every time you try to cater to my nostalgia, you’re just reminding me of something that I’d much rather be watching right about now. Why watch another rehash of Terminator when I can go back and watch the superior first film… or the second for that matter? Why feature Michael Keaton’s big return as Batman in a movie starring someone else when I can go back and watch the classic Bat films from back in the day? Oh, look. Another Indiana Jones film featuring 120-year old Harrison Ford just tagging along for the ride… yeah, no thanks. I’ll stick with the trilogy; that’s more than enough for me. What’s that? A live-action remake of a classic Disney cartoon that’s going to be shittier than the cartoon it’s based on? Why the fuck would I want to watch that?
Also, stop trying to introduce your shitty next generation characters to your nostalgia acts. You can’t do that all that well, either. If you want to do the next generation, then do the fucking next generation and only have a couple old guys or gals around to send our new heroes off. I could think of one show that did that wonderfully. It’s called Star Trek: The Next Generation.
Enough with the nostalgia acts. They only remind me of things that used to be good. They also remind me of things I could be watching right now instead of your shit film.
Later.