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Being an empath... even partially,is a bitch sometimes. One of my roommates got some terrible news a mere 30 minutes into his shift - A dear friend of his, one who was beyond close to his heart, was killed in a car wreck. He managed to make it through his shift, and about three hours after he got home he finally broke. Being a partial empath, I can sometimes feel exactly what someone else is feeling, if its strong enough - or if I personally have experienced that feeling myself.
This situation falls into both, sadly. Sixteen years ago, roughly, I lost my girlfriend when her family's car was hit by a train. I'd somehow gotten to the wreck site before the ambulance, and had the soul-crushing, crippling experience of having her die in my arms. To this day I still have moments where I see my hands once more soaked with her blood.
That experience those many years past is how I can say I know the pain my roommate feels. Add in the sheer force of his feelings, and you've got my current situation... at the time of writing this, my own heart has been in physical pain for an hour, and I know it ain't stopping anytime soon. All I can do is simply be here and act as I always have in times like this - the understanding, mostly-quiet should upon which to cry one's heart out.
To all of you out there who know the pain of loss via death, you know what I mean when I say that his pain will never end, and may in fact never even lessen that much given his closeness to this friend of his. You'll also - hopefully - understand when I say the fires of the pain of loss will forge us all anew. Remember this, all of you reading now...
I may never be physically there during your own hard times, but my soul shall always weep with you, seek to comfort you, and look forward to the days when you can once more show the world just how brightly you shine.
This situation falls into both, sadly. Sixteen years ago, roughly, I lost my girlfriend when her family's car was hit by a train. I'd somehow gotten to the wreck site before the ambulance, and had the soul-crushing, crippling experience of having her die in my arms. To this day I still have moments where I see my hands once more soaked with her blood.
That experience those many years past is how I can say I know the pain my roommate feels. Add in the sheer force of his feelings, and you've got my current situation... at the time of writing this, my own heart has been in physical pain for an hour, and I know it ain't stopping anytime soon. All I can do is simply be here and act as I always have in times like this - the understanding, mostly-quiet should upon which to cry one's heart out.
To all of you out there who know the pain of loss via death, you know what I mean when I say that his pain will never end, and may in fact never even lessen that much given his closeness to this friend of his. You'll also - hopefully - understand when I say the fires of the pain of loss will forge us all anew. Remember this, all of you reading now...
I may never be physically there during your own hard times, but my soul shall always weep with you, seek to comfort you, and look forward to the days when you can once more show the world just how brightly you shine.
Happy Birthday in heaven, Sensei
Today would be the 50th birthday of my greatest childhood hero, and I'm so very happy I got to meet him when he came to Grand Forks last year. That day was one of the best in my life. For nearly thirty years he defended the Earth from the forces of evil as Tommy Oliver, and now he defends heaven. Jason David Frank... you will never be forgotten. Happy Birthday, and May the Power Protect You even in the Great Beyond.
The Morphing Grid Weeps...
After two days of unshackled joy from the release of Pokemon Scarlet/Violet, it seemed like all was well. But when I looked at facebook during my usual routine after waking up, I saw a piece of information that hurt to see. And after looking into it to find out that said information was in fact genuine, I spent two literal hours crying. Jason David Frank, known to millions of us from our childhoods as Tommy Oliver of the Power Rangers... has passed away quite suddenly. There are rumors flying everywhere about the cause, but the most common one I've seen is not one I even dare consider... I refuse to believe (unless 100% confirmed) that the cause of death was himself. But... one must look to the small glimmers of positivity even in the midst of the darkest times. And as such... I offer this meager, and possibly poorly timed, attempt at bringing humor to this situation. Thuy needed backup to protect the Morphing Grid, so who better to call upon than the absolute best Power Ranger to
The End of an Era
To those who have not yet heard, on this day, the world as a whole learned of the passing of Her Royal Majesty Queen Elizabeth II of Great Britain. She holds the record for longest-ruling monarch with 70 continuous years on the throne. Her passing marks the end of an era, one which began when many of our grandparents were still children. To all those across the pond, I say this: Though I am an American, on this day I weep as though I were British. Let us all pray that the rule of Charles and those who follow after him are as prosperous for your peoples as Elizabeth's reign was. Sleep well, Queenie. You've more than earned your rest.
One Last Time... Excelsior
Another childhood hero of not only myself, but millions around the world, Stan Lee, the man behind the majority - if not entirety - of the Marvel Universe is gone. Sometimes I wondered if he was immortal, and 95 is pretty amazing for any human to reach. While he may no longer be with us here on this Earth, his legacy will live on, continuing to enlighten, inspire, and entertain boys and girls of every age.
Mr. Stan Lee, sir... though I never had a chance to meet you, simply knowing your work is enough for me to say... It's been an honor and a pleasure, sir. Thank you for everything, and may your eternal slumber be one of peace.
Now, if you
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