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Post by BlackCatWhiteCat on Jun 13, 2008 23:17:22 GMT -5
Having your grandfather (on your dad's side) die, after a long battle with Alztheimer's, when you live across the country and can't afford to come and feeling guilty even though your family says they understand. But deep down you feel horribly guilty because your mom's mom helped raise you, she's 96 and you know that, despite your best attempts at denial, that she will go soon and you will be there for her funeral no matter what. The worst part is you have to worry about how this might hurt your grandma (your dad's mom). And you also worry about if everyone else in the family will be hurt and feel you loved her more than you did him.
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Post by pfrsue on Jun 15, 2008 19:40:41 GMT -5
...having two major floods in less than a week. TWO.
...having to sort through possessions, books and memorabilia that goes back to your childhood, knowing that it's all going to have to be thrown out.
...finding almost fifteen years worth of hard copy writing and manuscripts...marinated into sludge.
...having to say goodbye to the car you've had for over 120k miles, because you made the mistake of parking it in your garage, never guessing that the garage would end up with four feet of water in it. Twice.
On the other hand, surreality is having a group with clipboards approach you as you stand amidst the wreckage and hearing one of them say, "Hi there! We're from FEMA."
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Rett Mikhal
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Post by Rett Mikhal on Jun 16, 2008 19:22:19 GMT -5
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Post by Lissa on Jun 19, 2008 22:45:20 GMT -5
Being told your kid will definitely have to do a course of day hospitalization because he refuses to eat. ::sigh::
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Post by sarahbot on Jun 23, 2008 2:16:41 GMT -5
After three weeks of no shifts, having to work on the one day you asked off.
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Post by TheLuckyOne on Jun 23, 2008 23:06:34 GMT -5
Finishing your final group presentation, the last assignment for your current class, and feeling a brief sense of elation... for two seconds before remembering your next class starts next week.
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Post by Head Mutant on Jun 24, 2008 9:25:16 GMT -5
Oh geez... I *hear* you Drew. Right now my senior pastor is gone for four Sundays in a row, so I'm doing all those services. And I have two 20-page papers due this week for class. And a massive mission trip coming up in less than a month. And next month's calendar mailing to do... yeah, it's easy to whine about it  But hey that's how life goes, eh? We gotta throw a graduation party when we're done. I'm thinking cake. |
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Post by Lissa on Jun 30, 2008 16:16:35 GMT -5
A toddler. I swear he's only breathing right now because I'm not a monster.
It's a darn good thing they're so cute, or the wolves might have a new cub right about now.
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Post by pfrsue on Jun 30, 2008 19:34:12 GMT -5
Discovering that not only is your basement floor not level in any sense of the word....neither is the basement ceiling. This will make the "anti-mold, never want to rip out wet drywall and insulation ever again, so I shall install cheap but water resistant wainscoting instead" project rather complicated.
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Post by devilndisguise on Jul 1, 2008 13:30:45 GMT -5
Part 1. Having your apartment robbed of about $5,000 worth of stuff. Some of it covered by insurance, but your mom's wedding band and your grandma's engagement ring can't really be replaced.
Part 2 Having the perpatrators of said crime be your next door neighbor's neice and her boyfriend. So they still aren't caught (and if they are, unless they are still in pocession of my stuff, it can't be proved) and causes EXTREMELY uncomfortableness between neighbors and myself.
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Post by sarahbot on Jul 12, 2008 16:50:02 GMT -5
The end of Doctor Who series 4. I'm slightly ashamed to say I've never cried that hard in my entire life.
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Post by Rett Mikhal on Jul 14, 2008 9:30:09 GMT -5
Realizing not only do all your professors TOTALLY $@!^ING SUCK, but also realizing all your FAVORITE professors that actually TEACH the material, are in the other section of classes. ALSO realizing the only reason you picked this section, was because your STUPID SCHOOL FULL OF IDIOTIC NAZIS failed to tell you which Professors were in which section, instead replaced by a helpful and informative 'TBA'. www.wit.eduWorst.... School.... Ever. |
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Post by StarOpal on Jul 14, 2008 14:18:34 GMT -5
My mother and I came home (from a mother/daughter day kinda thing) on Saturday. We say hi to my dad who is at his desk. "Hey, ladies!" We put things away. My mother goes to ask him what he wants for lunch, "Hey, you, whaddya want for lunch? ... Hey... Eunice, I don't think he's breathing." My mother's never had the misfortune of seeing a dead body before, but I knew it right off. Ten-fifteen minutes from saying "Hi" and he's gone. He'd been sick for a long time, so it wasn't unexpected, but it was so fast.
From the 911 call to having the body removed was three hours. They put a sheet on him but his arm was still visible. I'll never forget that arm, it was horrible (and it wasn't anybody's fault, everyone who came was wonderful to my mother and I, he was just a big man and the sheet didn't cover the arm).
After not sleeping at all, my mother and I went to church on Sunday. In case you want to know, throwing yourself on the person you're trying to comfort and crying all over them until they have to make you feel better is a poor method of comforting. Very exhausting.
We went to finalize cremation plans, etc. That took two hours. I'm so glad he had that stuff settled before hand.
Later that night my computer (which I've been using to keep people informed) broke. Two and a half hours, a screwdriver, a cable tie, some packaging tape, and old parts I hadn't got around to throwing away and I have it working well enough it should last 'til I can replace it. I feel like McGyver.
After no sleep for 43 hours I slept for 6 last night. Woke up with a head cold. 'cause a summer cold is just what I needed in all this. It probably doesn't help that I haven't been eating enough either. My stomach tells me I'm hungry, but the stress of taking care of everything makes me unable to eat. So, I guess, I'm literally starving myself.
We're working on the paper work stuff, and getting the house ready for my brothers and their families (a total of 8, 4 of which are under the age of 10). My brothers are both a mess.
My special job is to sort out his computer. I haven't been able to bring myself to go over by his desk. When I got up this morning, my mother has hid his chair (that he died in) somewhere in the house so I wouldn't have to touch it. If she can do that for me, then I guess I can steel myself to going over there.
I'm sorry, I don't mean to complain, it's just I'm the one everyone depends on to be "strong" and "keep it together". It only upsets people to know that I'm upset, so I just wanted to type it all out.
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Post by Lissa on Jul 14, 2008 15:15:37 GMT -5
Type it out, Eunice. "Being strong" and "keeping it together" without an outlet is only a recipe for more hardship and grief and sadness later. Sometimes it takes more strength to grieve than it does to act like we're not.
::hugs:: Use us as your outlet. We're listening!
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Post by pfrsue on Jul 14, 2008 15:38:12 GMT -5
We're here for you, Eunice. *Hugs* Lissa said it exactly right.
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"If I'm going to be desensitized into a mindless stock animal, I may as well do it with a cushy ergonomic seat and magnificent THX-certified sound. -Kevin Murphy
But hey that's how life goes, eh?
