Bridget. That is so hard.
Bridget. That is so hard.
Bridget, good luck at the dentist. And hugs for cleaning out your mom's closet.
I confess I was having a dumb squabble with DH and I read the news of Becky's death right afterward. I just burst into tears. I didn't really know much about her but I'd kept up with her updates. How old are her kids? I'm just heartbroken for them and the rest of her family.
I'm so sad today. I didn't know Becky at all, but I followed her story. I just cried today when I saw the news.
Stash, I'm so sorry for your loss. i know it must still hurt.
"Any idiot can face a crisis; it is this day-to-day living that wears you out." -Anton Chekhov
Today just sucks.
I found out over the weekend my favorite uncle has prostate cancer....and it doesn't look good. We don't know for sure but sounds like it's spread. My uncle has AIDS so I'm not sure that chemo would even be an option for him.
I'm glad that we are going back hom this weekend and will get to see him and have plans to go down again in September for my birthday.
I have been mentally preparing to lose him since I was 13 and they told me that he has AIDS...in two months I will be 32 so we have had a LOT longer than we ever though. But still sucks. His most recent goal was to live to see me or my sister have a baby.
Stacy, I tried to write a couple of different things in Jasper's memorial post, and I kept erasing my posts because they all seemed to pale in comparison to how you must be feeling and how I'm feeling. It's a hard time of year, to mourn and to celebrate at the same time. And I remember the initial pain and how amazing it is that your life and my life have been filled with so much laughter and love and children (interspersed with fears and tears) ever since those days. So many mixed emotions, I just can't express myself and I'm still heartbroken for your loss and yet incredibly happy that you have been so honest and strong and thrived.
Cleaned out my mom's room last night. My dad had a really hard time. He broke down several times looking through pictures, trying to decide what to do with her wigs, smelling her clothes. I'm so glad he didn't have to do it alone.
I feel like my dad, my little brother, and I are closer now than we ever could have imagined. It's the little light in all our sorrow. I asked my brother last night when I was driving him home if he still had any plans to leave the state for grad school and I barely got the question out before he said, "I won't leave dad." I feel the same. We're in this together and that brings me comfort.
It is just so wonderful how committed both you and your brother are to your dad. It gives me shivers.