I got our ‘goodbye’ wrong.
All of those rehearsals and I got stage fright,
fluffed my lines, fucked it up on the big night.
What I said: Please, Dad, don’t die, I’m begging you, don’t leave us, don’t you dare fucking die on me, we need you, I need you, Dad, please hold on, don’t die, please, don’t let go, don’t die, don’t go
What I wish I’d said: It’s okay to let go, Daddy, it’s okay, you can let go, I’m here, I love you, you can let go now, you can let go, you’re safe, let go
There is no ‘next time’
in which I could get our ‘goodbye’ right
so I’ve been praticising our ‘hello again’,
making sure it’s perfect for the day we reunite.
Originally published at Hijacked Amygdala here.
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This really cut my heart. We can’t control what we feel, but here’s to that beautiful reunion ❤️
ohgod…. I wish I didn’t understand this. I wish it was foreign. I wish it was foreign to you, too. May peace hold us close.
Sending big hugs through the airwaves to you, lovely Tara xxx
I like hugs, so this makes me smile.
Oh Helena <3
<3 <3 <3