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Grief
Her dad was a counselor
He locked himself behind closed doors
And counseled people on love,
Marriage, relationships, life and death
When the man in his own
Daughter's life passed away,
It took him weeks to respond,
And then he only had a few moments
To talk with her, but he took
Her address again for the fourth time,
And sent her fruit.
He locked himself behind closed doors
And counseled people on love,
Marriage, relationships, life and death
When the man in his own
Daughter's life passed away,
It took him weeks to respond,
And then he only had a few moments
To talk with her, but he took
Her address again for the fourth time,
And sent her fruit.
Published 8th Jan 2016
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8th Jan 2016 4:54pm
Advising and doing are always two different things
when it comes to facing our own, or someone we love's
grief. Or so I've seen when love doesn't begin at home.
Good write.
when it comes to facing our own, or someone we love's
grief. Or so I've seen when love doesn't begin at home.
Good write.
8th Jan 2016 10:57pm
I found this so sad for some reason. I had a couple of different interpretations; one being that he really didn't have a strong relationship with her to begin with,.... oh the irony in that. The other was Ahavati's comment, not having the words to comfort someone so close to him. This was truly a little gem to read.....
13th Jan 2016 7:56am
it's seems clear that he lacked sympathy.
it's the kind of grief that a woman carries alone...
it's the kind of grief that a woman carries alone...
