It's been a long night without you Abba.
Grief is anger with nowhere to go, as I am told.
I don't know what I have managed to do thus far. I don't remember most of my life, post 13 June 2024 after 6AM.
What I have learned is: I have learned to wake up with the thought of you. Train my mind, body and soul to live 3 different versions of the very same life. One in my head with you. One what might have beens. And the last one, without you.
What I have learned is it will remain the same. No matter what I do. The backgroud, the stage of my life is gone and the scorching sun just never goes away.
I have learned to think the longer versions of things. One starts with you, our discussions and slowly I transition into a life where your room is empty. I walk in trying not to look on your bed.
Dinners are difficult. I don't find your leftovers now. So most of the time I am clueless as to what I shohld eat. I haven't made breakfast since you left. You were the only one I used to wake up for. I find it difficult to look at british comedy shows. Since I can't share it with you. I can't read newspapers or books now. I have lost routine. I don't organize stuff now.
I haven't scooped through your things since ages. The smell of your cologne hits me like a rock and I timetravel.
I don't dance to my favorite music anymore. I don't look at black n white movies. I don't read jokes and I don't solve puzzles.
I cannot watch Lion King now. I find it difficult to wear sketchers. All my change is finished and I have officially run out of coins. I found pine nuts in my cabinet last december and I broke down like anything. I don't know who to call when something nice happens.
It is indeed been a long night Abbu ......without you my friend, my only friend.





