Jan 06, 2013 20:55
My best friend's mother died. I missed Denise's call this afternoon. Stupid phone didn't buzz, and I've been in and out of sitz baths all day. Massive amounts of fail all over the place. I wish I'd been able to talk to her.
Despite Mrs. K being Denise's mother, I didn't know her all that well. We talked a few times, in a general small talk/chat way. She was funny. Really funny. Mr. K and Denise always seemed like two peas in a pod to me, but I could see how having Mrs. K as a mother would result in my friend being the way she is. Contributing factors.
I wish I were on the East Coast right now. This sucks.
mourning,
sadness