Alright, I just need to get this out.
About a week ago, the city came and cut down the tree in front of our house. The tree my Papa planted more than 40 (dare I say 50) years ago when he and my Nane first moved here. After my Papa died around 5 years ago, I felt a strange connection to it, sometimes wincing a bit when it was hit by something.
I have come to believe that a part of my Papa was still in the tree.
When they started to cut it down, I felt like I was in so much pain, and I swear I heard an unearthly screaming in my head. I broke down while they were doing it and hid in my room, clutching my head in pain and crying like no tomorrow. I felt like I was the one being sawed away piece by piece. It also felt like I was losing my Papa again. Now the stump is barely 3 inches tall, and I can't look at it without feeling like I will cry again...
Sometimes this connection with nature hurts so much I wish I wasn't.
They cut down the tree
They cut down the tree
Blessed be to all
Sometimes, it is the little things in life that really matter.
Sometimes, it is the little things in life that really matter.
I would have done as such, but all the city workers left was a two inch high stump... not even kidding, we won't even be able to remove it without digging up the area around it... I'm going to make an amulet out of some of the stump that is a bit loose...
Blessed be to all
Sometimes, it is the little things in life that really matter.
Sometimes, it is the little things in life that really matter.