Ignoring tags for once… and putting on my serious face. I loved this scene because there’s so much truth to it. That’s what it’s like. When a parent dies you change. You become someone different. Someone you probably didn’t want to be or didn’t know you could be and it sits with you, changes you, defines you. You think you’ll never be okay again. You think constantly about the person you would have been had this not happened and you wallow in it and cry because of it. You either shut people out or you go wild. You try to adapt and it doesn’t work because you’re just different now and no one can understand that because yes people die but when they die young or when they die when you’re young it changes the rules. So you try to move on and you live life. You go to school, you make friends, you find interests, you get lost in those, you dream, you hope but it still sits there, it’s still with you every day.
And then one day you wake up and it’s not the first thing on your mind. Hours pass and maybe even the day passes and you don’t go there. And then when you do remember, you don’t remember the moments leading up to the death or the moments after you found out. Instead you remember good memories or you think of that person and smile instead of wanting to cry and it’s okay because this person you are now, the one you woke up as that morning who didn’t think of it all the time, that person is okay. That person is good and this horrible event maybe actually made you a better person in the long run. Yes, you’re different and maybe that’s not so bad.
It’s never okay. But sometimes it’s never as bad as it could be.
(Feel free to delete all this. I will not be offended :))
Exactly. It’s never going to be completely okay again, ever.
But eventually, things ease up for small amounts of time. And you’re somewhat okay with everything being different.