Brigit's Flame, week 2, June

[keppiehed]

Title: The Letter
Author: keppiehed
Rating: R
Warnings: language
Word Count:1029
Prompt:"You taught me language, and my profit on't is, I know how to curse."
A/N: Written for week #2 at brigits_flame. The prompt is a quote from Shakepeare's “The Tempest” and references (in a nutshell) the feeling of ingratitude. My story requires a bit of explanation this week, as my

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[obleighvious]

<3.

Also, a very nice story.

We'll get through it. That's what non-crazy-ass family is for (or rather, slightly less-crazy-than-other-members family is for). Just think "Sisters" from White Christmas to yourself when you get down (you know I'd totally whack you with a gigantic blue feather fan if you needed it).

Also, that last line reminds me of something. Grosse Pointe Blank, perhaps?

[keppiehed]

You know I never liked "White Christmas", man! I was a "Holiday Inn" girl all the way (conveniently forgetting the blatant racism)! But I do think of us singing that song sometimes. I don't know which one is which, but I would totally end up with Bing. *calls dibs*

And I don't remember GPB. It was all full of John Cusack, ew.

btw, Dad came home today. We have a lot to talk about. I didn't want to bug you at work (I KNOW, RIGHT?! There's a first time for everything). But Will made me promise to tell you that he "greatly appreciates the sign". His words, I swear. :D Love that kid. 9 going on 90, fo' realz.

[hbart]

Oh, man, this is heavy stuff. What I like about this one is the honesty it entails. Everyone feels this way, or some version of it, but people don't openly admit that. Does it make us bad people to be angry and crazy and hurt and lost and scared etc? Of course not. We just hate to be vulnerable, I suppose. So thanks for sharing a real piece of life.

I know things suck right now, and I am supposed to cheer you up, but I am up to my eyeballs in the daily grind and can't find it in me at the moment. But, know that I am thinking about you. Incidentally, I wouldn't recommend tearing up books, or painting your house crazy colors, but if it makes you feel better, you should totally steal some yard art. Stick with what you know, right? Okay, hang in there and take one day at a time. And don't forget to breathe. And eat doughnuts. That ALWAYS helps.

[keppiehed]

I was thinking of my poor Mom when I wrote this; I am watching her and I just feel so bad for what she's going through in this whole process. I don't think they are going to make it to their 40th anniversary. That's a long time! It's hard to imagine being with someone for that long. And he is not making this easy for her, of course.

I miss you so much! I got your letter and I was so surprised and happy! It really did cheer me up. Your note about doughnuts on the back made me laugh out loud. I have so much to tell you. I have been absolutely crazy-busy. I have physical therapy today, but I am hoping after that I MIGHT have time to send you a LONG overdue e-mail and catch up a little. If you can make time in your schedule, I certainly can, too. These are just tough times for us both, but as long as you don't forget me, I swear we'll make it to Tahiti some day! Hang in there, my friend!

[meganeko_mausuu]

This hit close to home, because my father just died of pancreatic cancer two months ago, and I'm still dealing with it.

The story was good, as they always are. Purple, indeed.

[keppiehed]

Oh, I had no idea. I'm so sorry! I wish there was something I could say to make it easier, but I know firsthand how hard it is to go through. *hugs*

[meganeko_mausuu]

*hugs*

It was actually fairly sudden and unexpected for me - I didn't even find out he was sick until about two weeks before he died.

You have my sympathy with what you're dealing with, though. It is hard.

[bluegerl]

Oh Keppie. Me no likey again... but it is life, and it is a reminder to me that life does go on. My 'thing' didn't die, and I do NOT love him... but the effect is the same, he is gone.

I shan't paint the walls purple, I have just washed the damn things back to white!!! But how I wish I could send all the paragraphs but the last, to IT, only I don't know where IT is...

What a splendid truthful letter it is. And yes, mine wouldn't read it and he's alive! You see things in that letter that are so realistic... a single toothbrush - I am afraid mine will dance all over the washbasin!!! Hooray... but the hole where love was is still there.

Bless you, old Blue.

[keppiehed]

I was thinking of my mom when I wrote this. I am watching her go through this and that breaks my heart more than anything else. She has been married to my dad for 39 years and I don't know how you can cope with a loss that enormous. I mean, I know you have no choice, but it is just the most horrible thing. I saw it happen to my grandma, too, and it has always stuck with me how dreadful it would be t love so deeply and then have to face that terrible shearing and emptiness.

And I am so so sorry that you are going through such a rough patch of your own, but I want you to know that I am VERY proud of you for being strong enough to take such steps. You are someone I admire. I want you to know that. When things get hard here, I think to myself, "Why, think of Blue, and all that she has done." You really give me the strength to go on sometimes. I know I owe you a proper letter, and you shall get it as soon as I have more than 3 seconds to myself. (It has been hectic and exhausting here the last few days, but hopefully things will settle) *

[writingmoments]

I am thinking of you and your family. ::Hugs::