Are you okay? how are you feeling
Thank you guys….
I really appreciate your attention and love….
and thanks to those who ask me every day how i feel ….
I don’t even know what to answer…
the first of August…. was the year…. how my beautiful beloved mom left me…..
The day before i collected baskets of goodies … and distributed them to people who knew and loved my mom …. in that day I took a sedative…oh…
how strange was wake but everyone had joy ….
I felt bad , but didn’t show it to anyone…. I tried to hide this pain ….
my mom always…. always…. brought
only happiness and joy …. she was so white so so beautiful… I even tried to laugh…. the priest accidentally…. hit the door and it definitely was looked funny ….
( a completely unfamiliar laugh escaped from my chest as if wasn’t me…. was short -circuiting….)
the next day …. , on the anniversary day…. i didn’t want to see anyone….
I spent the whole day at the cemetery…. I know that my beautiful mom is not there ….
( it is very difficult for me to type these lines …. right now….)
but i feel that the cemetery has value for her….
no, it’s not her home right now…. but it’s an important place for her….
it was a hot first day of August….
was really +37-38 °
sometimes more ….
but was so peaceful there …. as if there was no heat…. a light breeze was blowing…. butterflies were flying….
they say butterflies in the cemetery are new souls…. In the first days ( last year)
a beautiful white butterfly met me there every day ….
i was sitting and talking with my beautiful mom….😣
the next day i went there too….
stayed until lunch….
arrived and again…. unwillingness to see anyone….
and i went to a small museum….
and there were no people….i was walking alone among the exhibits
you know anonymous…. people are saved by people….i feel bad but
i was amused by the cloakroom attendant….
she said that the bag should be left …and she would personally guard my bag….
but i was amused by the fact …. that they thought that i foreigner…. who didn’t understand the language
and they have already spoken on their own nativity language….
how is she going to there with such big bag… and it was so fun….
no i
didn’t not tell them that i understood everything….
oh …
I really appreciate your attention and love….
and thanks to those who ask me every day how i feel ….
I don’t even know what to answer…
the first of August…. was the year…. how my beautiful beloved mom left me…..
The day before i collected baskets of goodies … and distributed them to people who knew and loved my mom …. in that day I took a sedative…oh…
how strange was wake but everyone had joy ….
I felt bad , but didn’t show it to anyone…. I tried to hide this pain ….
my mom always…. always…. brought
only happiness and joy …. she was so white so so beautiful… I even tried to laugh…. the priest accidentally…. hit the door and it definitely was looked funny ….
( a completely unfamiliar laugh escaped from my chest as if wasn’t me…. was short -circuiting….)
the next day …. , on the anniversary day…. i didn’t want to see anyone….
I spent the whole day at the cemetery…. I know that my beautiful mom is not there ….
( it is very difficult for me to type these lines …. right now….)
but i feel that the cemetery has value for her….
no, it’s not her home right now…. but it’s an important place for her….
it was a hot first day of August….
was really +37-38 °
sometimes more ….
but was so peaceful there …. as if there was no heat…. a light breeze was blowing…. butterflies were flying….
they say butterflies in the cemetery are new souls…. In the first days ( last year)
a beautiful white butterfly met me there every day ….
i was sitting and talking with my beautiful mom….😣
the next day i went there too….
stayed until lunch….
arrived and again…. unwillingness to see anyone….
and i went to a small museum….
and there were no people….i was walking alone among the exhibits
you know anonymous…. people are saved by people….i feel bad but
i was amused by the cloakroom attendant….
she said that the bag should be left …and she would personally guard my bag….
but i was amused by the fact …. that they thought that i foreigner…. who didn’t understand the language
and they have already spoken on their own nativity language….
how is she going to there with such big bag… and it was so fun….
no i
didn’t not tell them that i understood everything….
oh …