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Post by Spaced Out Looney on Oct 4, 2012 7:01:41 GMT -5
Took the PE yesterday. Went well; sooooo glad it's over. Stopped by high school yesterday evening on the way back to visit one of my teachers. Spent the night in Hagerstown, MD and am driving back to Norton today.
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Oct 4, 2012 7:12:50 GMT -5
Love you guys. I buried my mom yesterday, on a gloriously beautiful early fall day, with the leaves changing color already but still warm and balmy. Much like the day we buried our father. Both September days. Both beautiful blue skies. She went peacefully and quick, but not before we all had a chance to say goodbye. She knew we were all there, and she was ready to sleep and kept telling us, even though it was hard for her to form the words. She struggled for 15 years after her stroke, fought back from practically total paralysis to walking and taking care of herself with help. The pneumonia in April took too much strength away, and even though she fought to get stronger, it wasn't to be. And she hated being so dependent on others to take care of her basic needs. There were so many awesome memories - and she passed down her love of music and nature and sci-fi and science to me and my siblings. But her family was her life, as she was ours. I'll miss her so much. There will always be a hole in the world where she should be. Was reminded of The Body when my sister and her youngest had a minor meltdown as they were trying to decide what to wear to mom's wake. I told them about Willow's meltdown over clothing and trying to find her fuzzy sweater to wear. Joss had such a knack for the details of the human condition. Helps me get thru this hard stuff. Wish I could tell you how to deal, but I haven't learned yet. I still can't watch The Body, even though my Mom's been gone for five years. No matter how prickly your relationship might be, when she passes there is always this big, Mom-sized hole where she used to be. Joss understood a lot. I still want to call her and talk about things. Hug her in your heart. Hug everyone nearby. Cry. Cry some more. Keep something of hers nearby where you can get to it. Put a photo somewhere and talk to it. Then come here because there's a lot of us who've been through this and we will understand. What Diane said so beautifully. Karen, I am very sorry for your loss.
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Post by SpringSummers on Oct 4, 2012 7:44:13 GMT -5
Love you guys. I buried my mom yesterday, on a gloriously beautiful early fall day, with the leaves changing color already but still warm and balmy. Much like the day we buried our father. Both September days. Both beautiful blue skies. She went peacefully and quick, but not before we all had a chance to say goodbye. She knew we were all there, and she was ready to sleep and kept telling us, even though it was hard for her to form the words. She struggled for 15 years after her stroke, fought back from practically total paralysis to walking and taking care of herself with help. The pneumonia in April took too much strength away, and even though she fought to get stronger, it wasn't to be. And she hated being so dependent on others to take care of her basic needs. There were so many awesome memories - and she passed down her love of music and nature and sci-fi and science to me and my siblings. But her family was her life, as she was ours. I'll miss her so much. There will always be a hole in the world where she should be. Was reminded of The Body when my sister and her youngest had a minor meltdown as they were trying to decide what to wear to mom's wake. I told them about Willow's meltdown over clothing and trying to find her fuzzy sweater to wear. Joss had such a knack for the details of the human condition. Helps me get thru this hard stuff. Many sympathies, Karen. I find comfort in Joss's The Body, also.
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Post by SpringSummers on Oct 4, 2012 7:45:38 GMT -5
Also, if James Marsters and I had a child, it would look like this: Ha! You wish! Actually - that's a very cute baby. Yes, our love chlid is adorable. This is apparently how it will look as a grown up - freaky!
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Oct 4, 2012 10:10:33 GMT -5
Love you guys. I buried my mom yesterday, on a gloriously beautiful early fall day, with the leaves changing color already but still warm and balmy. Much like the day we buried our father. Both September days. Both beautiful blue skies. She went peacefully and quick, but not before we all had a chance to say goodbye. She knew we were all there, and she was ready to sleep and kept telling us, even though it was hard for her to form the words. She struggled for 15 years after her stroke, fought back from practically total paralysis to walking and taking care of herself with help. The pneumonia in April took too much strength away, and even though she fought to get stronger, it wasn't to be. And she hated being so dependent on others to take care of her basic needs. There were so many awesome memories - and she passed down her love of music and nature and sci-fi and science to me and my siblings. But her family was her life, as she was ours. I'll miss her so much. There will always be a hole in the world where she should be. Was reminded of The Body when my sister and her youngest had a minor meltdown as they were trying to decide what to wear to mom's wake. I told them about Willow's meltdown over clothing and trying to find her fuzzy sweater to wear. Joss had such a knack for the details of the human condition. Helps me get thru this hard stuff. So sorry, Karen; I wish I could say that the hole fills in, but in truth I fall into it quite often, and my Mom's been gone coming up on sixteen years the day after Christmas. Julia, it is a good thing to have a good mom, but it makes it hard to let go.
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Post by Julia, wrought iron-y on Oct 4, 2012 10:14:09 GMT -5
Love you guys. I buried my mom yesterday, on a gloriously beautiful early fall day, with the leaves changing color already but still warm and balmy. Much like the day we buried our father. Both September days. Both beautiful blue skies. She went peacefully and quick, but not before we all had a chance to say goodbye. She knew we were all there, and she was ready to sleep and kept telling us, even though it was hard for her to form the words. She struggled for 15 years after her stroke, fought back from practically total paralysis to walking and taking care of herself with help. The pneumonia in April took too much strength away, and even though she fought to get stronger, it wasn't to be. And she hated being so dependent on others to take care of her basic needs. There were so many awesome memories - and she passed down her love of music and nature and sci-fi and science to me and my siblings. But her family was her life, as she was ours. I'll miss her so much. There will always be a hole in the world where she should be. Was reminded of The Body when my sister and her youngest had a minor meltdown as they were trying to decide what to wear to mom's wake. I told them about Willow's meltdown over clothing and trying to find her fuzzy sweater to wear. Joss had such a knack for the details of the human condition. Helps me get thru this hard stuff. Wish I could tell you how to deal, but I haven't learned yet. I still can't watch The Body, even though my Mom's been gone for five years. No matter how prickly your relationship might be, when she passes there is always this big, Mom-sized hole where she used to be. Joss understood a lot. I still want to call her and talk about things. Hug her in your heart. Hug everyone nearby. Cry. Cry some more. Keep something of hers nearby where you can get to it. Put a photo somewhere and talk to it. Then come here because there's a lot of us who've been through this and we will understand. I keep needing to ask her questions; I ran into an old family acquaintance in Target the other day, and couldn't remember his wife's name, for instance. I wanted to call her and tell her about the conversation we had; my sister just isn't interested. Julia, some days it's bigger stuff.
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Post by Anne, Old S'cubie Cat on Oct 4, 2012 12:16:49 GMT -5
Elder Daughter is twenty-four today. I found out last night that she's actually TA-ing for all three linguistics professors, mostly answering students' questions (she has office hours in the Philosophy lounge) and grading exams. Hee, they're fighting over her. In re loss of Aged Parents: I still find things I want to give my dad, and then I remember. It's also a pity that he can't see Elder Daughter's academic accomplishments, even if he thought she should've stayed an English major, or done something else she wasn't even interested in. On the other hand, I don't miss the constant harping and criticism and Anne-can't-do-anything-right and why won't you make your brother and sister do what we want... Meh. S'cubies
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Post by beccaelizabeth on Oct 4, 2012 13:15:30 GMT -5
Love you guys. I buried my mom yesterday, on a gloriously beautiful early fall day, with the leaves changing color already but still warm and balmy. Much like the day we buried our father. Both September days. Both beautiful blue skies.
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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on Oct 4, 2012 13:38:25 GMT -5
Ha! You wish! Actually - that's a very cute baby. Yes, our love chlid is adorable. This is apparently how it will look as a grown up - freaky! I seriously love JM with the elegant Patacca nose. I've always admired that particular feature.
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Post by S'ewing S'cubie on Oct 4, 2012 18:51:08 GMT -5
Reminder: PR Tonight.
that is all.
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Post by Lola m on Oct 4, 2012 19:42:07 GMT -5
Reminder: PR Tonight. that is all. Yay!
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Post by Lola m on Oct 4, 2012 19:43:14 GMT -5
Took the PE yesterday. Went well; sooooo glad it's over. Stopped by high school yesterday evening on the way back to visit one of my teachers. Spent the night in Hagerstown, MD and am driving back to Norton today. Glad it went well!
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Post by Lola m on Oct 4, 2012 19:44:10 GMT -5
Also, if James Marsters and I had a child, it would look like this: Ha! You wish! Actually - that's a very cute baby. I agree! And grows up well, too.
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Post by Lola m on Oct 4, 2012 19:45:35 GMT -5
Love you guys. I buried my mom yesterday, on a gloriously beautiful early fall day, with the leaves changing color already but still warm and balmy. Much like the day we buried our father. Both September days. Both beautiful blue skies. She went peacefully and quick, but not before we all had a chance to say goodbye. She knew we were all there, and she was ready to sleep and kept telling us, even though it was hard for her to form the words. She struggled for 15 years after her stroke, fought back from practically total paralysis to walking and taking care of herself with help. The pneumonia in April took too much strength away, and even though she fought to get stronger, it wasn't to be. And she hated being so dependent on others to take care of her basic needs. There were so many awesome memories - and she passed down her love of music and nature and sci-fi and science to me and my siblings. But her family was her life, as she was ours. I'll miss her so much. There will always be a hole in the world where she should be. Was reminded of The Body when my sister and her youngest had a minor meltdown as they were trying to decide what to wear to mom's wake. I told them about Willow's meltdown over clothing and trying to find her fuzzy sweater to wear. Joss had such a knack for the details of the human condition. Helps me get thru this hard stuff. Oh, Karen! I am so sorry to hear - my sincere condolences!! Lots of love and hugs sent your way!
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Post by Lola m on Oct 4, 2012 19:47:07 GMT -5
I want to make a Bailey's milkshake, but I seem to have an intractable ear infection, so there doesn't seem to be anything it would contain that I would benefit from, except possibly the algohol. Julia, maybe I'll have hot Earl Grey Tea and Drambuie instead I want to have ice cream for the fourth night in a row. Someone needs to stop me. It's not gonna be me - I see nothing wrong with this plan.
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