This will be a short entry as it is way past my bedtime and the dream was more of a nightmare. Probly one of the more realistic dreams I’ve had in recent memory, it starts in a cafe. I’m eating dinner with someone, my sister? and some guy walks up to a table next to ours and asks how things are going. I notice he is wearing a large coat and has his hands in one of the pockets.
I immediately get the sense that this man is danger and in the next instant, he pulls a gun out and shouts at everyone to get on the ground. I fall to the ground but get up slowly and creep towards the man. I stand up and try to take the gun away from him but he reacts too fast and points it at me and shoots. I’m not aware of how many times, there is a lot of commotion. I struggle outside the cafe and I’m stumbling in the dark. I look down and lift my shirt, there are three distinct wounds. I can’t remember if I was able to subdue the shooter or if he got away, but I need help and show people my wounds.
My only statement. My brothers’ are also online. Thank you for all your kindness, and goodbye for awhile guys. xo (via zeldawilliams)
My family has always been private about our time spent together. It was our way of keeping one thing that was ours, with a man we shared with an entire world. But now that’s gone, and I feel stripped bare. My last day with him was his birthday, and I will be forever grateful that my brothers and I got to spend that time alone with him, sharing gifts and laughter. He was always warm, even in his darkest moments. While I’ll never, ever understand how he could be loved so deeply and not find it in his heart to stay, there’s minor comfort in knowing our grief and loss, in some small way, is shared with millions. It doesn’t help the pain, but at least it’s a burden countless others now know we carry, and so many have offered to help lighten the load. Thank you for that.
To those he touched who are sending kind words, know that one of his favorite things in the world was to make you all laugh. As for those who are sending negativity, know that some small, giggling part of him is sending a flock of pigeons to your house to poop on your car. Right after you’ve had it washed. After all, he loved to laugh too…
Dad was, is and always will be one of the kindest, most generous, gentlest souls I’ve ever known, and while there are few things I know for certain right now, one of them is that not just my world, but the entire world is forever a little darker, less colorful and less full of laughter in his absence. We’ll just have to work twice as hard to fill it back up again.