Yes, Men Do Cry

Gary Fish

• 15 januari 2013
• 9781479776160

Samenvatting:

One mans personal journey of grieving the loss of his wife written over a period of 3 years

January 11 2002

Oh Booby, Booby, Booby. This explains it all. I want you back so much, yet fully understand this is a fantasy. It must be my way of handling (or trying to) my pain, thinking of the good times, wanting the good times, knowing that now they have to come from what I make. Round and round we go, its an intriguing web we weave ourselves. The web breaks, so we have to spin a new one. This I will continue to do until I make a web so strong that I will feel safe, feel confident with myself.

March 2 2002

Still feeling as though Im just floating like a feather in the wind. Like the feather I dont know where I will land. Its as though I have no control but I know for sure that this is not so. Im in complete control; it is me allowing myself to be in this state. I want companionship so much, but Im scared, I want to touch, explore, and feel someone. Selfishly for my own needs but its something I need to happen because I have to justify to myself that I can love again.