Im going off Facebook for a day or two, the K-Hole suckage is just a bit too much. I need to work on some things, getting over my wretched ColdGerdMinibola for one. I may peek in, but not post. Especially since I awoke to seeing my father plastered all over my page and my inbox full of stuff about him. I probably will see him again and again on here as people who dont know the full situation keep telling me hes having a party on Sunday. Yes, I KNOW. Im not invited to it and WONT be crashing it. Weve been over this, folks. Again and again and AGAIN. I dont have the energy to cover him up with a blanket, its too painful. Anja Skovly Freberg, Tess Emily Rodriguez, Charles Lieurance, Lucretia von Bauhaus, Michela VonBatgirl, Ginger Atractylodes, Andrew Bock and Lizabeth Stockton, and any other wondrous face book dear hearts reading this, may I ask you guys to plaster my page with tricks and treats so I dont have to look at my father doing puppets that will never be mine? Or see him hanging with my darling Weird Al or The Monkees or any other of the cool kids as I sit weeping? And for the record, if you are my friend, please dont post things to my page about my dad or what hes up to. I know, through an intricate underground railroad of double agents, EXACTLY what he is up to, much more than I care to say. And I want to be clear here, its NOT that I dont love him, or am not proud of him or happy for him. It is BECAUSE of those very things that I cannot look at him. I am ENDLESSLY proud to be his son and will be till the day I die. In any case, Im about to go shave and shower and look at him in the mirror, as I do every morning. And its absolutely heartbreaking. Beyond what anyone on here can imagine. I love you, Daddy, but I just cant bear to look at you anymore than I already do. Its like looking at the most deliciously magical christmas toy through a shop window on December 24th, knowing that Christmas will never, ever come again. The morning wont come, yet the mourning never ends. Im going to cover the mirrors in my house with black felt and sit shiva, crying out to God. It is after all, nearing All Hallows Eve and perhaps I should make my ghosts holy.
Posted on: Thu, 30 Oct 2014 17:29:54 +0000
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