Why is it when someone famous dies I spend a whole day crying like an idiot? Ok so Pavarotti tears are allowed, but there were Saddam tears too. And strangely enough no Pope tears. It just makes me think and wonder what their family is going through and that makes me cry. I think of Alice, Luciano's daughter. still so small yet an orphan now. And that makes me cry. I watch my cats sleeping, running around the house and think well maybe they won't be here for long. So I cry. It doesn't make sense, but I still cry? Why, why do I act like some menopausal woman, and no it's not even PMS? Why is everything looking so poignant, and I try to hold the tears for fear of people thinking I'm mad, but I cannot. So I just cry my way through the whole day. Depressed.... probably, but everyone gets depressed once in a while and it's ok. This does not feel ok, and I keep wondering when the next death is going to hit me like this again. Death, I cannot find closure on the subject. It's just not fair on the ones who stay. They tell you to get over it, not to sit and mope, but it's like a hellish thing this crying. And whoever said having a good sob makes you feel better afterwards... wrong, it doesn't. It doesn't get anybody get so feeling better is pointless. And I'm in for some more crying, it's Figaro's anniversary when he passed on to Rainbow Bridge... can never forget that.
I just don't know, it's a big question this... WHY?
I just don't know, it's a big question this... WHY?
