I actually wrote this after I read your post days ago. I tried to remember my 'second mom' and all I saw in my mind's eye are the days when she suffered. It has been a year and yet I still wish I could skip and erase the worst years and remember just the good ones.
And... sorry I never got to say it, but I too am sorry for your loss.
*returns the hug* *returns the offer*
Like I said, if you need a 'punching bag' or 'stress ball', I'm here - though not literally, :)
Someone told me, recently, that in time we are able to remember the good things more clearly. I hope it's true.
I relive the day my mom died over and over. Her last hours are like a film; always playing in my mind. Sometimes, that day pushes all other memories out of reach. I hate it.
And, I appreciate your offer. :) Though I could never use you as a 'punching bag'...perhaps a 'stress ball'. haha. And of course, bb, not literally.
And well, whatever you need me to be. I can try to be it.
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I wish that I wasn’t relieved when you breathed your last, knowing that your pain has ended yet ours has just began.
Fuck cancer. That's really what I want to scream at the top of my lungs.
*hugs* I'm sorry for the loss you've experienced, love. I'm here if you ever need anything.
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I actually wrote this after I read your post days ago. I tried to remember my 'second mom' and all I saw in my mind's eye are the days when she suffered. It has been a year and yet I still wish I could skip and erase the worst years and remember just the good ones.
And... sorry I never got to say it, but I too am sorry for your loss.
*returns the hug*
*returns the offer*
Like I said, if you need a 'punching bag' or 'stress ball', I'm here - though not literally, :)
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I relive the day my mom died over and over. Her last hours are like a film; always playing in my mind. Sometimes, that day pushes all other memories out of reach. I hate it.
And, I appreciate your offer. :) Though I could never use you as a 'punching bag'...perhaps a 'stress ball'. haha.
And of course, bb, not literally.
And well, whatever you need me to be. I can try to be it.
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I used to think that denial is the way to recover and move on.. I later found out that ignoring the wound will only make it worse..
So Mary, squeeze that stress ball as harder as you can. Punch that bag as angrier as you are. Write as much as you want. Let it all out.
I'll watch the film with you and hope that in time, it'll get better.
*hug*
And thank you for being too kind. I have that rpattz_kstew community to be grateful for. Something good came out of that obsession. haha!
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I may not know what exactly happened but I felt the pain by just reading this post of yours,bb.
*hugs*
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*hugs back*
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