Selvester...Selvester...Selvester...3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You’ll be missed dearly
We’ve loved you like you were family
Thank you for being with us in your lifetime
I wish I could of done more for you…
But was glad that the last rub and love was there for you
The tears I shed now…
Is all for you…
We hope you’re safe in kitty heaven
Away from pain in discomfort
Where you can eat day and night
Until you sleep the night away
We’ll miss you like you were one of us
It pains us that you had to deal with life in a painful way
We were truly blessed to have you in our lives
Throughout these 13 years…
You were a wonderful cat
And we’ll miss you with every shed of tear we shed
We’ll always remember you…
As the joyful loving cat you were blessed to be as…
When I Grow UpWhen I was growing up,When I Grow Up3 days ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I never realised how lucky I was
to have two parents who supported me
in every single thing I do.
My Mum used to tell me
"Son, I don't care if you shave your head,
or you decide you are gay,
or you dress up in women's clothes,
or you become an olympic medalist,
or you run away to Siberia with a woman called Olga
and you say you hate me,
because you will always be my son."
And when I was that young, I just nodded
because, even though I never did any of those things,
I didn't understand how important that statement was.
I always missed the glint of pride in my Dad's eyes
when he looked at me.
I never understood how proud I made him
but, when he came to meet me from school every Friday
I ran to meet him without knowing why.
I ran to him because it was the weekend
and my Dad was here
and life was good.
I ran to him because I knew he would support me.
If there's one thing my parents have in common
it's that they have a really strong back
- metaphorically, that is -
You never want to say good byeThese days I've been okay. Watching someone go from not okay to in pieces day by day is not something I was prepared for. I've been strong for her only. My son has been grieving, but that only means he's acting out. Waiting for his Papi to tell him to stop running to stomping. The idea of him being gone hasn't set in. It has, but I don't want it to. My mind doesn't stop wandering to the fact that the last few weeks of him being alive were cold and distant, but still the last memories I'll have of him. Music that I use to remember so vividly is now what I'm thinking is a key to mourning properly. But all I can do is sit there in shock after I've remembered that I'm playing this now in feelings I can't grasp fully. I didn't have any explanation to give anyone. I only remember that he was grabbing his heart. It must have been painless after his heart stopped, but whatever it was that caused it, we won't know. It's not as dramatic as I put it. But the fact my mom can't stop talking about wYou never want to say good bye1 week ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This