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Mom died on the Ninth, I found out on the Eighth, and we waited.
On TV, or in films, when they say "We're sorry, there's nothing else we can do" it seems rather trivial. But they actually do say it, and I wonder if it is a case of life imitating art or art imitating life--what came first the doctor that delivered the words to a loved one's loved one, or the created situation dialogue?
The Ninth stands out, which is strange to me as up until about a month ago I could not tell you what day she died if you asked.
I still dream of her, and she still visits my dreams. I don't have violent sobs anymore.
I miss her. I try not to think of her, though I do.
On Tuesday, the Ninth, weather permitting I will see Grease at the Warner Theatre. I wish I knew what mom had thought of Grease so I could better place a sentiment towards it. She liked John Travolta, I think, and I know she liked musicals.
It still feels like the most unfair thing in the world.
I've started a tumblr blog. They don't really seem like words-- tumblr; blog.
Mom died on the Ninth, I found out on the Eighth, and we waited.
On TV, or in films, when they say "We're sorry, there's nothing else we can do" it seems rather trivial. But they actually do say it, and I wonder if it is a case of life imitating art or art imitating life--what came first the doctor that delivered the words to a loved one's loved one, or the created situation dialogue?
The Ninth stands out, which is strange to me as up until about a month ago I could not tell you what day she died if you asked.
I still dream of her, and she still visits my dreams. I don't have violent sobs anymore.
I miss her. I try not to think of her, though I do.
On Tuesday, the Ninth, weather permitting I will see Grease at the Warner Theatre. I wish I knew what mom had thought of Grease so I could better place a sentiment towards it. She liked John Travolta, I think, and I know she liked musicals.
It still feels like the most unfair thing in the world.