Or rather, “PostSecret and !Me”, or “Why I don’t read PostSecret.” While some of these little micro-confessions are lovely, endearing, heart-warming, optimistic and cute, the elation I feel when I read those are nothing compared how much it tears me up when I read one that hits too close to home.
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| I recently realised that I prayed more frequently at SEC sporting events than when my father was dying. Pop, it wasn’t because I didn’t care. I didn’t want to believe you weren’t invincible. You were my hero. |
And then I think; it’s not worth it. I can’t keeping reading this and letting it upset me, even though secretly I wish I was strong enough to let it upset me and remind me of what and who I’ve lost, and how much they meant to me. If you think you’re strong enough, enjoy!