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[shatterstripes]

One of those nights where I think about how much I'd like to call my mom and chat about nothing much important but I can't any more and then I end up lying in bed in the dark cuddling a plush raccoon and crying.

I mean it's not like I'd tell her anything major about my life. I've been drawing an album cover for an imaginary band instead of working

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[porsupah]

I admit, I respect that you're able to share of yourself so openly.. I find that very difficult indeed, let alone on such a profoundly, painfully heartfelt subject as this.

I wish there were something I could do to help, but.. well, as far as I know, death is the end of it. I've lost Dad, a couple years ago - Mum's still around, and FSM knows, if 2016 works out as well as I'm hoping, I intend to spoil her rotten with travel, which has always been something of a family thing. I don't know how many more years she'll really be able to fly, and whilst there's still so much of the world I haven't seen, there's even more she hasn't.

I hate to admit it, but, I sort of felt in a similar way back in 1999, when I was staying with Dad, waiting for the next visa to grind through the system. Being paid Bay money, and spending peppercorn rent, meant I could treat him to eating out two or three times a week - food (and cooking) being another common theme in the family. A few years later, he suffered a minor stroke that nixed his ability to drive