Life goes on…such a true cliché

I eventually got out of the bed, even I thought I never could get up anymore.
I eventually didn’t die of broken heart, guilt or self-pity.
I eventually stopped crying and hyperventilating.

I will never complain again that my friends don’t read my blog. I will be grateful the rest of my life that the past week they have called and listened for hours my totally incomprehensible slobbering.

I got an advice from my atheist and ex-Marxist friend Vips, “Get religious, this is the time to do it”. And it is true, the thought that my dad now has wings and is playing harp in the kingdom of God is somehow easier to bear. But poor God, my father is totally tone deaf.