it's a lie

people say that time heals all wounds. i think that people lie.

sometimes when i'm here (in ireland), i forget that i don't have parents (everything just seems so far away). when i was in canada, maybe because of what we were doing there, it was on my mind a lot. today i was watching a show and the mom dies in it. i cried the whole 43 minutes. i'd had a makeover done today and it was ruined before anyone else got to see me all slutted up is how much i cried. and god knows enough makeup gets put on you that a little crying won't touch the first layer.

anyway, little things make it feel so fresh. i'd say i still think about my mom every day. it's just that some times i don't really think think about her. maybe that's what people mean... move to a different country and at some point in your life not every thing will remind you of that person and then you won't cry all of the time. really, that would take time, so i guess on that level people could be right.

but i say mostly they're wrong and that that stupid saying suggests that at some point you need to not be affected by things like movies, books, and life in general because time should have healed that wound. instead, i think you should be able to take *your* time mourning and healing. and since this is my blog i get to say whatever i want.

to the parsons-sheldrake family: take your time.