Just over a year ago, he was sick and just lying around; finding food he’d want to eat was not easy. He kept going, though, and we even thought he might recover and keep living in his senior state for a good while longer. It didn’t happen, though, and I came home a year and a day ago for his final moments.
This is one of the songs I was listening to yesterday, one that I was listening to a year ago. It’s all out of context from their original intention, but the lyrics here still make me think of him lying there, and thinking he might turn around. I hadn’t said goodbye, but the pain and doubt and wondering if this was the end or if he’d recover made me feel these words:
Don’t even say you’re turning around again
Don’t try to walk back into my life
I fall for it every time, I fall for it every time
I lose my will
I turn toward you still
It’s a bad dream where I
Can’t raise my hand to wave goodbye
Don’t even say you’re turning around again
Don’t try to walk back into my life
I fall for it every time, I fall for it every time
Springtime Carnivore, “Bad Dream Baby”
Yes, it makes little sense, but what really does?
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