Non-existent
My last living grandparent died yesterday.... I didn't even make the obituary as a remaining grandchild....
It is concrete.... I do not exist
What Dreams May Come
Sometimes, you find a gem in a pond of ashes. You don't even notice it's value to you very existence until maturity polishes it to full bright light that demands to be seen. And the sometimes...... You knew what you had the whole time. But love this deep and primal can clash so hard it creates craters that rage and hiss. Then you can do nothing but watch them leave and love them enough to let them go. I loved you from the moment I saw you. We were two fused to one with pure rage and passion. I remember the gravity gave way when we made love. You said," Whoa, did you feel that?" I looked you in you soul as it glistened through those teary blue pools of my everything and said, " Yeah baby...I did." We wept after these sessions that would go on for days...in a garage with our music blasting. I will love you till eternity gives way to nothing. Bet I find a way to love you through nothing too. Thank you for being the love of my life and giving me a son that is...
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