I've been feeling particularly stabby about the lead-up to Father's Day this year [*]. But the little booklet SteelyKid made Chad has grudgingly reconciled me to the existence of the holiday, because it is awfully cute ( Read more... )

Jezebel (which I do not usually read, but saw a link to) is running Fuck You Week, its "first annual week of desperate emotional cleansing and unhinged psychic purging."

There are several right now, but I've nothing left to say after this one: Fuck You, Cancer.

Yeah. That.

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For instance, the proper mental reaction to one's ten-year wedding anniversary is probably not having Jeremy Pivens in Grosse Pointe Blank yelling "TEN YEARS!" off and on in one's head all day. [*]

But in-between laughing at myself, it's been nice to have an arbitrary numerical signifier to give me a reason to remember how awesome our lives are, ( Read more... )

As written by my mom, who I wish didn't have to find in herself a talent for such things.
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My maternal grandmother, Newvart Goodwin, died today in the peaceful and loving company of her two daughters. She delighted in her family and friends, and will be missed. I'll link to an obit or eulogy when I can.

By lousy coincidence, two members of Chad's family also died in the last few weeks. He remembers his great-aunt Mildred ("Auntie"), who ( Read more... )

Dad's birthday, Mom and Dad's anniversary.

I miss him.

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My father, Donald R. Nepveu, died today of cancer. While the latter stages of his illness were very difficult, he had had time previously to make his farewells, and the end was as he had wished: peaceful, in his home, and in the company of loved ones.

He will be missed.