continueing
Two weeks have passed. I feel strange. I have no concentration whatsoever. I just pass away the days by staring at a book, a Tv or a monitor.
We do have a lot of good conversations and I have made high quality prints of two photo's of Gerard and put them in a nice frame in the livingroom.
The person that broke into Gerard's room stole everything. So there will be no material memento's. kitten stated that she did not know if it would have softened the pain. I only responded with "we will never know now".
I was so very angry about this. But then again, that was a day that everything went wrong. My bike broke down. I had a shitty conversation with one of Gerard's mentors (a dead fish has more emotions then that guy). Everytime I dared step outside it rained cats and dogs. You name, it went wrong that day.
The crying is mostly over, but the pain seems to have settled. I guess it will be something I will have to learn how to live with.