The Healing of a Broken Heart<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zlYZYUT69i0&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zlYZYUT69i0&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object> Smile Watching that video, at Michael Jackson's memorial service on the 6th of July, I realised that I am still grieving. Today is the 2nd anniversary of the worst day of my life, the day my beloved nan died.
<a rel="nofollow" xhref=http://mrsrgrr.buzznet.com/user/journal/2945961/open-letter-heaven/ target="_blank">She was my inspiration and my hero.</a> In these two years things have got easier, I find myself getting upset less and less frequently. And yet, as I found watching Michael Jackson's memorial service and have previously found whilst doing other things, I cry my eyes out, grieving instead on behalf of the relatives of the deceased. It's a perculiar sensation, and I find myself doing it at everything. Grieving for me, and for others. I can't listen to "Over the Rainbow". I'm devastated when TV characters die. I can't go past a funeral procession without filling up. I miss her so much, and I feel that my memory is letting me down. Those neurons are destroying all I have left of her. And I currently have a lump in my throat I can barely breathe through. <3 you Nan, rest in peace, wherever you are, I know you're watching. <3
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