Nope, I can't guess. You're going to have to whisper it to me, Jacq.
Awww...*sniffles*....how incredibly sad. Just the thought of Sam sitting there all alone, tapping away at a private blog, pouring his heart out, both brothers needing to turn to each other but not being able to.
Wonder how long it was before Sam could bring himself to wash the ink off his hand...
Well thought out, especially the line about the world still turning. When my grandmother died, I remember being resentful the next day because the sun was shining and everything was going on as normal, but my heart was shattered and my world had ground to a screaming halt, and I couldn't understand why the world was still turning.
Lovely dose of angst, Jacq. I'll keep an eye out for more blog entries.
Jules
Author's Response: Hi Jules, thank you for leaving a review, very much appreciated as always.
I always feel that Sam holds back from spilling the angst he needs to share, and now there is only Dean left! So as is for me, I guess a blog may be his only outlet. Dean never does sharing and caring very well!
Yes it is so strange to find the world still goes on after a bereavement, for me it was my mother 18 months ago.
And as for Sam's password, a clue - 'the' word is in the body of the blog! :)
Jacq
