I've just watched Jack and Sarah with Richard E. Grant. It was billed as a comedy, and I bawled my way right though it. Maybe it was a comedy to those who hadn't experienced the death of a beloved partner.
So much of what I see or read has something in it that acts as a trigger for my grief. That big hole seems to be getting bigger. Maybe one of these days I'll fall right into it.
mad-poet
I won't see the red eyes then either.
stay away from the edge then you cant fall in,dont cry please it only makes youre nose run,now look in the miror at that runny nose