23október
23október
endurfćđingin
héðan í frá ætla ég að nota þessa síðu svona aðallega til að birta lélega brandara í formi teiknimyndaglugga.... ef ég nenni...
03október
The widow
I cried at your funeral. No one else did, not even your mother.The ceremony was nice, you wouldn't have liked it. Probably would have made som jokes trying to break the ice. But you just lay there. Silent. We all all were. For half an hour nobody spoke, nobody cried. Except for me. Big pearly white tears kept streaming down my face. It all felt so unreal.
A squirrel came by your grave. Everyone decided to follow. I was left alone. All alone for the first time in my life. All I could do was cry.
I smiled through the tears, couldn't help myself thinking that now you really had done everything. Everyone.
I stared at the quiet grave and wiped the tears of joy off my face.
