( Depressing and whiny -- you've been warned. )

So the proofreader sitting next to me was scrolling through his FaceBook on his lunch and I glanced over, and saw he was on some blond woman's picture ( Read more... )

I called my mother this weekend ( Read more... )

I was showing one coworker some pictures of my family on Flickr, and another co-worker jumped in ...

"So that's your sister?"
"Yep, that is."
"She's hot. You should set her up with [another coworker]!"
"Yeah, not so much."
"Why not?"
"Erm, because she's dead..."
"... ohhhhh ..."

Yeah, that wasn't awkward. Not at all.

I'll iterate what I said last year around this same time: I hate Father's Day, and as I get older I loathe the special steak house coupons that I get in the mail stating how I can make my dad happy with a night out and a porterhouse. It's not like they KNOW my dad's gone, but just the same it stings quite a bit, two and a half years after his ( Read more... )

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After Yom Kippur, I visited my sister's house. Her fiance is currently moving as the house is being sold (the house, after all, wasn't under name, but under my sister and her EX-boyfriend's), and told me: look, you need to look through your sister's shit, and see what you want ( Read more... )

Another missing Multilingual Monday? Yeah...

First, let me just thank everyone who called, wrote, left comments, messaged, came to services, or gave words of comfort. It means the world to me that you guys gave such heartfelt condolences in such a horrible time for my family. Thank you.

( ... the wake and funeral... )