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[aid] => mick
[title] => Time Passes
[time] => 2012-09-01 01:12:56
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[bodytext] => Seven stages of grief, least that's what they say. Time passes, tears don't seem to fade away. Each moment complex, a struggle to just breathe tears streaming again today at times, can hardly see, Dad had his 94th birthday celebrated today. We spoke on the phone, I heard tears in his smile. Emotional yes, a struggle lives on now that our Kelly, no longer lives on. I know he is gone, but then those moments come I just cannot believe it still, he is gone he is gone. I wont have another moment with him on this earth not one more laugh shared, not a whisper, not a smile not another ride on his Harley, it's all over now..... Our family so complex, and time just went on everyone alone in their own dysfunctional song gathered again, but to bury our own stigma of how much the time has flown. Time passes, still all surreal, gathering pieces whispers of wind in my ears, dreams in the night oh God this isn't right, I don't want to do this, not at all right now no undoing it, it happened this way, you are gone, day turns into night, night again into to day.... I sit half broken again tonight,....... Mom and dad shared a bowl of your favorite ice cream today Tin roof Sunday, and cried a bit along the way... and no no no no things just aren't the same and I'm not really sure if they will ever be again...... 
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