❝ the youngest child's grieving ❞
MY YOUNGEST CHILD WAS beautiful, open minded, and accepting.
when our eldest came out as gay, she immediately accepted him, drawing him pictures of two men and labeling them "big brother and his boyfriend" and gave them to him.
and when Finley came out, she was the first to get used to it.
she was bright, creative, and sensitive.
a boy at the park once called her "smelly little girl" for no reason.
another boy told her "these parts are for boys only, girls are to weak" but she never cared.
she told them that "everyone is equal! girls can do just as much as boys can, but girls give birth and go through pain! you stupid boys don't!" which caused ruckus at the park.
she ran a lot and slept a lot, after running for hours she'd come home and sleep.
she also liked music.
when i died - somehow - she listened to a lot of my old music vinyls on the player.
she never believed that i'd had died.
"LYNN HES DEAD! HES DEAD! HE WONT BE HOME!" was something my wife snapped at when Lynn had asked when i would be home again.
she ran to her room crying, just couldn't stop.
i wanted to hug her, but Finley came and did it for me.
the two were so close, i loved seeing them together holding each other.
they'd need it more then ever now.
YOU ARE READING
in another life
Hayran Kurguhad this idea at fucking 2:40am so here we go - have you ever actually wondered what it's like to be a ghost? or to be dead? or what you see when you're dead? i wish i never did.
