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Happy Crazy

you know how you always loved
music?

taking pleasure in
each treasure that
you found

that childlike enthusiasm
that near manic glee
downloading it, owning it
then sharing it
around...

on messenger lol,

listen to this, you gotta listenΒ 
to this mun, you'd say

to everyone
and the whole wide world
who was onlineΒ 
on that day

well, want to sayΒ 
that when we think of you
that's how we feel too

how we all loved every bone of
you
all the happy crazy too

remember this mun...
do you remember him this way?

we say...

cos each moment in our memory
all your music,
it replays

M P 26/2/22

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Greg D

That’s a beautiful thing to write about someone I can only imagine what you’re going through. But to me the gesture makes me want to cry for you. And everyone else around the world currently suffering on levels previously unseen.Β 

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Marion

Greg...thank you so much. I still find it incredibly difficult to write about all the beauty my son was, I can write my pain so easily but not about him...which is what I would like to do more than anything. This is a bit of a shit attempt but I'm so grateful for your wonderful comment ...hugs πŸ’•

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Greg D

Marion :( I actually had no idea until now who you were grieving. I’m so sorry for your loss and commend you on being so brave as to share that piece of your heart with us. I know how precious our loved ones are. I’m really not looking forward to losing anyone anytime soon but the awareness around what happens to us in this life is always uncomfortably there. I feel I’ve wasted so much of my life and time on the wrong things ie. (addiction related stuff) yep it’s time for this guy (me) to step up to the plate, grow up, be strong and take responsibility for my life as it stands. And please don’t think of anything you write as β€˜shit’ especially something so close to your heart soul. I’ve thrown heaps of art and scribbled over poetry which upon reflection was actually pretty bloody good :)

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Marion

Hi Greg, I'm not sharing love I just find writing helps when talking most definitely does not. My son was 32 and died suddenly, unexpectedly( not covid) He was one of my two best friends the other being my daughter. He was a daily presence, my go to, my comfort, my son. We were a threesome, now a twosome. Both my daughter and I exist in the crater that is his absence. But like I said, everybody suffers, everybody grieves. We become the grief don't we. How do we ever make sense of it? I don't know...I still can't because I dont know where the soul goes. Thanks so much for taking the time and I'm glad that like me you find some comfort in our 'scribbles'
You have written some wonderful stuff on here Greg and addiction is an illness just like anything else and I so wish the world would recognise that. Not one of us gets it right Greg and we are all selfish...some hide it better thats all. I believe we are all a balance of everything, good bad, weakness strength, love hate etc. Sometimes life events tip us towards the dark side of ourselves because we are only human. And as Ricky Gervaise said...everybody is an addict. Food, sex, love, work, hobbies, religion, politics, drink, chocolate, gambling... bla bla. Some addictions are seen as worse by society that's all. Society has the problem...not you. HugsΒ  Β x

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Greg D

Thanks Marion I’ll try and remember that.Β 

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