Today the nice vetlady told me to go to sleep and when I woke up, I ran with my long-lost friends over a green meadow.

"That's not rabies..." I hesitantly explained, my eyes locked on the needle in her arm.

But, you know, it's also fine if you'd like to spend the rest of the day sleeping!! I wouldn't mind ^^

I will spend the rest of my days dwelling in the echo of her presence, waiting for the moment I can finally join her.

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He has spent all these long years wagging his tail for someone who grew up, moved away, and forgot the password to their own childhood.

It would’ve meant more if I hadn’t just been to her funeral, but I suppose it‘s the thought that truly counts.

She said that she had never left dirty dishes in the sink once in 45 years, until the night her husband died.

I keep calling everyday, time after time, just to keep hearing her voice once again.

I will wait in this silence, listening to the echo of who you were, until the day I am finally permitted to follow.

who can replace you in this life, no one even if they try

The car hits another car that was not seeable until after we made the turn and now Mommy and Daddy and my sibs won't wake up even if I yell REALLY loud and there's lots of blood.

Her will, rewritten years before, named every child but Daniel because she could no longer bear hoping the son she remembered would find his way back to her.

Now I get really sad when I think of you and wonder if you'll ever read my message.

I knew I was lying to myself as the high hit, and I forgot everything and everyone for a few blissful hours.

The doctor examined my son and pulled me to the side asking, "Have you ever heard of rabies?"

I will carry her memory like a sacred burden until the day I finally leave this world to find her again.

The last posts on his profile were everyone telling him goodbye.

Because I always took what no one else would want

I wish I could keep getting excited, but like last time and the time before, you're not going to show up or even answer your phone.

Since you won't speak, I only ask that you hold me and let your touch do the work your silence has made impossible.

I stopped asking for words and simply pleaded for the only thing that could stop my weeping: your arms around me.

Only after she died from an overdose did anyone discover he'd been writing prescriptions he never should have been allowed to write.

If you cannot give me a reason to stay, please, just give me your arms and silence this need with a hug.

Returning to the waking world with a healed heart, she no longer feared her grim duty, smiling through her songs as she caught the subtle, comforting scent of the lonely entity who faithfully waited in the shadows just to hear her sing.