Grief is weird

[mdsusan]

Grief is a weird thing that hits you at weird times. I had a breakdown last night because I ran into BJ's and I saw some of those peanut butter eggs thingys that my mom loved, loved, loved. She always put them in our Easter baskets. I am really not one for candy so she always ended up (happily) eating all of my Easter candy, Halloween candy,

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[binghead]

Ugh, Susan. I'm so sorry about everything--your mom, your dad, your poor nephew. Everyone needs a gramma to spoil them rotten. Maybe your MILs would be willing to step in? They sound like wonderful women and maybe with a little encouragement from you they might decide Ethan is a perfect candidate for adoptive grandchild (assuming your sis would approve, of course).

I have been reading along but not posting mainly because what you are going through makes my chest seize up with the idea that it could be, and probably will be, me someday. My issues with my mother could fill a book, and reading about your sudden loss has terrified me. I'm a chicken, I know. And your friends are sucking right now, but in light of my own inability to even type a post in comfort, I guess I can probably understand where they are coming from. It's no excuse--they are your close friends and they *should* get over whatever feelings they're having to be there for you (and not even sending flowers was super sucky, that's a given). Maybe they can't come right out say the right things, but pay attention to their actions this weekend--I know they love you and want to help you feel better. I hope this weekend is great and is just what you need, whether that is help with your grieving or just a small break from it.

Thinking of you.

[mobwife]

Oy, I should have just waited to post and then said "I second everything she said!" ;)