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Posted by Carol
on 10/8/2019, 6:13 pm, in reply to "Life
Just about everyone I found from the past, friends, old boyfriends, a co-worker from NY have passed away. I ask myself "Why am I still here?" When I think of those I knew I don't feel lonely exactly. I feel they were, like NYC, my jobs there, my loved ones once there, my experience growing up there... are just apart of what is past. What is gone forever. Sometimes it doesn't even seem real. It's like the story of someone else's life. Like a book I read and remembered in detail.
I don't often listen to my beloved oldies. The music, the songs of the past trigger flashbacks and memories that run like mini movies through my mind. It's almost like going back into the past for a few seconds or maybe minutes. I relive those past moments and it's so very real. When they pass I actually feel like I was back there, that I left them all behind again.
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