Quietness, damn quietness

Dear dead daddy

My missed mother

I share so many things

With so many people

With the world

About my sport achievements

Mountainbiking, surfing, duathlon, hikes

And more

Also

About really cool parties, raves and festivals

I go to

Bam!

In everyone’s face

Instagram, Facebook, Strava, Ello, YouTube

And more

But the most important happenings

I can not share

With some of the most important persons

(That were)

In my life

(Once)

Because

You know...

Your youngest grandson

Started gymnasium

And is performing so good

Plays the piano enthusiastically

Is so motivated

And so positive minded

You would be so proud

And happy for him

Your oldest grandson

Well,

He went to Rome with school

He is joining on an international student exchange program

He decided he wants to study Sociology

He is about to have his first job

He formed a rock band

He drinks alcohol, occasionally

He says the treatment for his eye disease is working

You would be so proud

And happy for him

Bam!

In your face

Okay my gone parents

How do I sent these thoughts to you?

Any social media reaching the dead?

You?

Quietness....

Damn quietness!

I just sent these thoughts into the world

Again

Share, share, share

Like I always do

Hope it reaches you guys

Hope you LIKE it

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