I started off this long-winded post thinking I was going to have some wonderful insights into Loss, what it is, and what it means to me. But, really, it’s just depressed me – at least in a rather cathartic way. I’m sorry I am so verbose and, then, really didn’t say anything that is of any use.
I suppose this is just some insight into the Loss (in every sense of the word) that I’ve experienced over the past years. It’s almost as if 7 years ago someone started the ball rolling with my maternal grandmother, and it has just picked up speed and gravity as the years have progressed.
I guess what I have to look forward to is that once I’ve lost everything and everyone I have, I will have nothing more to lose.
Nothing is all that serious
unless you die.
And I suppose that
once you’re dead,
it doesn’t really matter anyway.