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Funeral is Thursday and I've been chosen to do the first reading there. Not sure how hard it will be to stand up there in that church, but I can imagine.
I'm having reoccuring dreams about him. And my dreams are really realistic, so it's really like being there.
My nan says "Look who's here." or something, and my grampa is there. It's like he was on holiday or something... every damn time. And I just always feel so relived.
This time, however, my grampa congratulates me on starting up my own business, then gets in a jeep with my nan. I turn to look at her, questioning why she told him that, and she looks back at me, and tells me to be quiet.
I know what it's about. I'm personally just afraid of how people judge me by the life I've chosen. The last thing I think before I wake up is "Why did she tell him that? He'd understand, of all people."
I miss him. But I'm thankful for my imagination. Very thankful. :0)
I thought I'd try and be strong for mum, aunt and gran
Cried when I got home though
Funeral is Thursday and I've been chosen to do the first reading there. Not sure how hard it will be to stand up there in that church, but I can imagine.