Saw Frankenweenie last night at Pathé Massena, having missed it opening night on Halloween. Naturally, while watching the film, I thought non-stop of my late four-legged friend.
Death is inarguably inevitable, but it's funny how you still feel it couldn't possibly apply so indifferently to those you love. And when it does, it's remarkable how apathetically time continues forward.
It will soon be four months since the day.
Now, some good ol' Karen O.
:( xoxoxoxoxo
ReplyDeleteAwww thanks, Denise. I hate this song, but as it says: you're young enough to cry, you're old enough to comfort yourself.
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