not a trick question
what's worse than packing up your late parents' house and bickering with your sister over who gets to keep what?
realising that you're doing it on what would have been your parents' 30th wedding anniversary.
i will make it through this year if it kills me.
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Yes. Yes you will.
And we'll be right there reading your stuff and leaving supportive comments.
And maybe even try and cheer you up, but only when we think of something funny to say.
ditto what adam said.
My most beautiful girl,
What we feel for each other doesn't need the imternet world to see. There is deep love. I am there when you need me.
I will be by your side tomorrow. So, so much adoration, respect and best pal adoration coming your way xx
PS: Drunk, yes. But the heart is pure and true.
Imnernet = Internet.
I am a spazz but the sentiment is the same x
Chrismukkah is a stressful time of year for everyone, not least of all the orphan sisters packing up the parents house on the 30th wedding anniversary.
At least you know that there will never be as awful a Chrismukkah ever again.
What a shit attempt at looking at the bright side. Thinking of you today and always my little potato.
Sending you love and hugs. Yes, you will get through this year, you very strong and remarkable woman, you.
xxx
All the above platitudes are ace-nice and all, but you asked a question. Even though you STILL HAVEN'T TALKED TO ME, here is my honest answer:
A horse tap-dancing on your head.
Think about it.
I'm pretty sure you'll agree. (Hey, I'm just trying to help!)
Friends were bringing their recently cremated father home when the car braked suddenly. The top came off the box. Ashes all over the car. One sibling said to the other "Is it ok to vacuum dad up?" One thought it hilariously funny. The other, a tragedy.
One of the strange things about grief is we grieve at different rates, even though we start at the same place on the time line. It brings out the best and worst of those who are left behind. There will be more fights, more tears, but also more laughter. Happy first, weird, orphan Christmas :)
PS: we can all learn from Nadine's experience now and put stickers underneath all heirlooms we believe are rightfully ours when/if we go home this xmas.
you made me smile, another outspoken female.
ta.
x
my pleasure sweetie.
oh one more grief factette: it warps, i mean improves, your sence of humour too :)
The day after my Dad died the family was sitting around deciding what clothes we should bury him in. One of my brothers suggested we hire a suit. We all laughed like drains, including Mum.
Maybe we're just sick.
beautiful
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