I went to help Dad go through Mom's clothes today. My sister's already been and weeded through for what she wanted, leaving me with all kinds of neat, pretty things. I agreed to come over later this week and help go through the medicine cabinet full of her vitamins and supplements, because it needs to be done, and I hate to think of him doing it
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I had to attend a family funeral over the xmas period (it's not in my journal because I still don't feel like writing about it, too raw) and it's an odd sensation.
Like the combination of a sudden onset of nausea, vertigo, cold water down the back of the neck and a weird sensation that this is a dream, even when you know it's not.
The only consolations is that the pain is very akin to physical pain - hurts like Satan's own icy needle in the initial stages, but goes to a constant dull ache after time, which like a constant droning note, your mind blocks out.
I run on automatic during those kind of things (buried a lot of family in the last few years), I don't think, I just act and do things. This, I think, is the minds way of compartmentalising everything that is going on until each piece can be dealt with later.
Grief, is very personal. Some can talk about it (and you are a very talented writer anyway), some can't. Considering all things I am glad you CAN talk about it.
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Picking hot beverages is easier when the January day outside is actually, you know, COLD, as opposed to sunny and warm.
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Oops, sorry hun, didn't mean to drool on your journal! *wipes up*
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Cream? Sugar? Naked hotties?
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Having seen your picture, I'm not surprised!
That's a really bizarre attempt at a compliment, maybe it's not such a good idea to drink this much caffeine this late at night...ahh fuckit.
Just milk thanks - got that whole English thing going on with tea, although I'm not picky on cups. I'll drink the stuff out of pint glasses if I have to.
Now, about those nakid hotties - do they carry the chai, or is it served ON them? *evil grin*
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Seems that I'm a font of wrong today as well.
I think they carry the chai and serve it, you know, full service, and then let us write silly limericks on their nicer portions with magic markers once we've had our dirty way with them a few times. Nothing concludes a tea party like sending confused younglings wandering out into the January night with bad doggerel scrawled across their bottoms.
"Bad doggerel" is an amusing phrase in its own right, now that I come to think of it.
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It'd make a smashing band name. I like it.
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