(Bread #1301)
>I really don't know if I can live with myself knowing that he died thinking I hated him.
You might be able to still communicate with him. I've done such a thing. If you were involved enough with each other to argue, there's likely still a connection there. He might visit. Maybe in yours dreams.
>…that little melt-down was something different altogether….
Alex Jones' assignment is to poison the well, to make conspiracists look like whack jobs. I stopped going to his site years ago, there was some deep despair-inducing MKUltra just looking at. I won't even watch any vids, kick myself when I'm suckered into reading what turns out to be his crew's reports without attribution. Did I say he's a piece of shit?
>Dog
My dog and I were incredibly close. He made a lot of noise knocking into things around the house after he died. I sometimes still feel him pressed up against me in bed.
When I was a kid, we lived in an old caretaker's house in a cemetery (I fit right in here, don't I). Our dog used to slowly follow invisible things across the room with her eyes. Once me and my family were walking down the street to our house and I noticed my bedroom curtains were fluttering out the window. The window turned out to be closed.