Tragic's Wake

As depressing as it is, I can’t get over the death of my dearest friend Tim in October of 1997 and my beloved father almost six months to the day later. One was stolen from us by diabetes and the other by cancer. Things that remind me of either of them seem to pop up continuously; I get a swollen lump in my throat regularly from some reminder or other. I can hear their voices in my mind, not like crazy folks “they’re telling me what to do” kind of voices, but their essence, as though a faded memory of a laugh or some wise thing one of them once said.

It hurts even more because they were kinda close to each other as well. Daddy was utterly stricken when Tim passed over.. Inevitably, when something reminds me of one, I end up thinking of the other as well. I miss them both to the point of complete distraction at times but I cope and I tell myself that neither of them are really gone. I tell myself that the faded voices I hear are just pieces of their souls that they left behind to hold me and comfort me until it’s time for them both to come and get me to finally take me home..

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