Today In English we were talking about dealing with loss. Lots of people have to deal with loss, right? I mean, I'm obviously not the only one. I can't be. That's on thing I know - everyone's experienced loss, but I'm not sure how powerful everyone's loss is. I know mine is pretty powerful, though. You live on the other side of the wolrd in Samoa. It's hard not to miss you. I only see you like every four years too. And every time you come, it's a relaly good time, but then we have to take you to the airport and all these good times end in tears.
I wrote a poem for you sometime in Feburary. One day I'm going to publish it and show it to you and you'll be proud. I called it "Why Are You Going That Far?" It's depressing... But It's how I felt. You know what other song I have stuck in my head while I write this? The son you sing every night; I love you.. Yes I love you... I love you... With all... My... heart..." It's short but I can't get it out of my heat. Or heart. I don't think I'll ever forget that one.
Soia, how am I supposed to know if you've passed or not? It's like, I uneerstnd if you go someone will call. But how soon will that news reach us? I don't want to know that you've passed a week after you've actually passed. So how will i know?
I love you Soia. I love the good times and memories we share. Something tells me that when you pass I'll know. I also know that when I stop loving you or forget you, I'll have a gut feeling about it.
I'm never going to experience that feeling.
That I also know.
I love you Soia.
No one can change that.