3 days ago, I buried my wife, mother of my only son. She was 25. How she passed away doesn't matter. Nothing really matters anymore, save for my son. Right now, I can't even be with him because I'm a total wreck. Sometimes life goes the way you want and suddenly everything seems to be taken from you. Never take your loved ones for granted. To all those who believe in some god, I pitty you for there is no god. No god would take my second half, my soulmate Anne from me.
It's weird how a song I once looked upon as whiny and dull, becomes full of meaning and brings up strong emotions. Her family asked me which song should be played for me on her burial and I chose "forever". A lot of people were in tears after the song. A lot of people loved Anne. Allthough the lyrics are even more depressing, I felt a bit... less alone.
So thanks Nevermore, especially Warrel Dane for his words. People probably will find it stupid and juvenile, but I'll always think of him as a distant friend who somewhat helped me in these terrible times.
Thanks for reading.
Goodbye.